I just got word that a childhood relative died of a heart attack at the age of 55. His father used to beat him severly because he wouldn't cry. I guess he would just beat him until he wore himself out. I am sitting here with a lot of bitterness because I think his father and his mother who allowed it killed him. I was told they "reconciled" later in life. I was also told both his parents are taking it hard, that the paramedics were called to the house when they heard. So why did his parents have to learn so late? Why did N- have to be the brunt of his father's rage? Why did I have to be the brunt of the rage for the adults in my life? What happened to our life's? Our parents took them. And we are left with the ruins.
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