Is this story real or something you made up to protect you from feeling his pain, and seeing a part of yourself you don’t want to see?
Our very survival depends on our ability to tell this tale accurately, then use that story to intersect with the means to endure.
Get comfortable with the discrepancies. Drink in the dissonance. Learn to love the freedom in the floundering. Don’t stop the story short.
A story of addiction, aggression and desperation that molded me into a silently ticking time bomb. My life story broke me, silenced me and stunned me.