Being a mum without a mum can be tricky. There’s no one to call when I don’t know what to do. No one to guide me when I feel like I have nowhere left to go. What’s difficult for me is that my mum hasn’t died, we just don’t get on.
I don’t see myself as disabled. I know that I am, and sometimes I am painfully aware of the fact that my legs don’t work properly. I just don’t see it as my defining characteristic and neither do those who know and love me.
At our first meeting, they barely looked at me, hid behind their dad and requested to go home early. Five years in, the relationship is starting to improve.
So when do you say enough is enough? When he sexually assaults you? When he hits you? When you’re begging him to hit you? When he insults you? When he controls you?
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