I continually learn new and interesting ways that humans are scum. My poor girls have been abused in ways that are just evil.
Putting out cigarettes on a twelve year old’s skin as punishment for the child’s self harm
Forbidding a second grader to speak for days, and then beating her if she slips up
Prostituting out a nine year old to all her male relatives
Rape. Starvation. Violence. Abandonment. Torture. Incest.
I let my kids tell me because they need to tell someone. They need someone to listen to the worst of everything, and then assure them that it wasn’t their fault and they are not worthless because of it. It hurts so much to hear it, but they need me to hear it. They shouldn’t have to carry it alone.
But after hearing so much of it tonight, I’m crumbling under the weight of it all. My poor sweet ones. When they are all in bed safely, I will go to my room and cry. I’m not okay.