Child Abuse Story From Norma
by Norma
(Pensacola, Florida, USA)
My father was phyically and mentally abusive to my mother until they divorced in 1976. I witnessed many violent events which was my father's way of dealing with life problems. I am now 47 years old, but every Easter I am reminded of one Easter morning when I was about 11 or 12. When my younger siblings and I got up that morning, we found the ham planned for dinner and all the Easter eggs cut into small pieces and smashed on the kitchen counters, walls, floor, ceiling, table, etc. Even more horrifying was the butcher knife sticking out of the wall.
Just recently I have realized this was child abuse.
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