[the worst of us all]

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How not to generalize the violence. I want to say simply, he was an alcoholic and let it be that. But it was a series of threats, of name calling, of push and shove against the wall. I was a whore before I ever kissed a man or knew what precisely happened in darkened bedrooms. One of my half-sisters he called a lesbian and the other an ungrateful bitch. My mother was a liar, a thief, the worst of us all. Feeling of about to happen. Of running across the ditch. Where are the guns and are all the doors locked? Like this, on and on.

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