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“Here’s your suitcase, what’s your hurry?”
A common type of phrase she would use to basically tell me I wasn’t wanted, while at the same time falsely portraying herself as just joking. She was a perfect manipulator in this way. I realize now that she must have suffered when she was young to drive her to behave this way toward someone she’s supposed to love, protect and nurture. It makes it a little easier to forgive. But the damage is done. And it lingers, festers; shaping too much of who I’ve become. The cycle finally breaks when the last in a line of childhood victims dies alone, having created no lasting love, and having had no children.