Thank you for reassuring me! I know I'm a nice person, but when Stevie gets into one of his rages...well, it's nasty, and I get shaky thinking about it still. Blah. I hate being so much more mature and stronger than my parent. I'm beginning to realize that I don't think he thinks of me as the child -- that is, I don't think he realizes that I must feel the exact same way that he feels about his father. I think he thinks I'm so incredibly strong that he can say any damn thing he wants and I'll survive it. That may be true, but it doesn't make it fair. The same way it wasn't fair with his father.
More and more I am seeing that Stevie was abused as he grew up -- not physically, I'm sure, but definitely emotionally and verbally. I'm the next link in the chain. I hate being a statistic.
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