Why My Mother Stayed

As I sat to recount the story of our lives, my mother and me, and how we have come to be, the anxiety that followed became almost unbearable. For weeks I toiled, paragraph over paragraph, trying to account for my father’s actions, tell my mother’s story, and to understand my life more clearly through this

For Better or for Worse?

Our survivor, Jenny, does not like to dwell on her past, and so she favours word economy in the telling of her story. Here is a concise account of her abusive experience. On our wedding day When he broke my arm                                                                          I should have walked away However, at the hospital, in his crisp suit,