It took me twenty-seven years before I could say, “my father is abusive” out loud. I was one of those children living in a fantasy that my family is perfect until I was given a choice to stay in the safety of distorted reality I have created or bear the pain of having an imperfect family.
One of the most vivid memories I had of my father is when he slapped me with a two-hundred-page notebook....
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- Kurt Kevin Regis
- I am a guy living in different worlds, and I love sharing my world to everyone, so I write. I tend to be lazy, but trust me I am fighting it as hard as possible.
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