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When I turned 8, for my birthday, I begged my parents for a New Kids On The Block T-shirt. I got it, and wore it with pride for oh..5 minutes. (I never really liked them anyway). How can I throw away all that he did to me, when it's the only thing that's kept me breathing for all these many years?
*sigh* Here she goes..back into therapy. So you can analyze my relationship with my father, and wonder why I'd compare him to a New Kids On The Block T-shirt and my (cool for only awhile) Punky Brewster shoes.

How sad that something so sickening can break someone into a million pieces. No matter how you try to explain it. It still comes down to your powerlessness.

This was written after Connecting with a half Brother, I had never met. Pieces of life's puzzle....