Omg Blackberry, this sounds exactly like the thoughts I had, as my mother accepted me back into "her", not "our" home. As I was accepted back into the house, I was still alone and desperate for my mother's love and acceptance. Something she was not capable of giving. Even tho I have forgiven her, and am still proud that I look exactly like her, I will never forget the cruelty she imposed on me for 5 1/2 years, during my entire adolescence. I still cry at night knowing that I will never know a man's love, or the love of acceptance from my family. I am grateful tho, for the friends I have found here in AD. This is a very good write, Blackberry, and it brings back haunting memories of not only a lost youth, but of the sadness and aching I still bear, after all these years. Thnx for sharing sis. May the Lord Jesus bless you, and those whom you love, and be with you always, and at your side constantly. With much love in my heart, stubborn to a fault, joy to the world, peace on earth, & ((((((((((MANY WONDERFUL SISTERLY HUGGGGSSSS)))))))))), your still very sad and terrified little sister, Barbie
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