Tell me you're sorry, Daddy
PROLOGUE
Dear Jenny This is going to be hard. I won’t pretend anything other than that – I am trying to put together the story of our lives and I know there will be times when I won’t even be sure that I’m doing the right thing. I’m surrounded by files and notes and records, but I’m also surrounded by ghosts and memories and heartache. I won’t get through this without a lot of tears, but I know, no matter how many I shed, they will never bring you back; they will never make up for what was done to you. But I watched them. I watched them for years, Jenny. I saw what they did to you, how they made you hate yourself, made you think you were worthless. I know our dad abused you to and I know our mother made you feel as if you were nothing.
I was just a little girl, just the little sister – and it was happening to me too.
I saw it all, Jenny, and I lived it all. For so long I was helpless – unable to act, unable to get myself out of it, and at the mercy of people who should have done something to break up our toxic family. There was nothing I could do, Jenny . . . . . . until I could do something.
What they all forgot was that little sisters grow up. Scared girls, abused daughters, watchful siblings – they grow up. And they never forget
Dear Jenny This is going to be hard. I won’t pretend anything other than that – I am trying to put together the story of our lives and I know there will be times when I won’t even be sure that I’m doing the right thing. I’m surrounded by files and notes and records, but I’m also surrounded by ghosts and memories and heartache. I won’t get through this without a lot of tears, but I know, no matter how many I shed, they will never bring you back; they will never make up for what was done to you. But I watched them. I watched them for years, Jenny. I saw what they did to you, how they made you hate yourself, made you think you were worthless. I know our dad abused you to and I know our mother made you feel as if you were nothing.
I was just a little girl, just the little sister – and it was happening to me too.
I saw it all, Jenny, and I lived it all. For so long I was helpless – unable to act, unable to get myself out of it, and at the mercy of people who should have done something to break up our toxic family. There was nothing I could do, Jenny . . . . . . until I could do something.
What they all forgot was that little sisters grow up. Scared girls, abused daughters, watchful siblings – they grow up. And they never forget
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