A few days ago my middle son came up to me out of nowhere and said ¨We have had a hard life.¨
I asked him what he meant. He said ¨well, with our dad hitting you all the time.¨
I told him we have a good life now, I gave him a lot of examples. I told him his father didn´t have to be that way, he could have gotten help from doctors.
I told him I should not have stayed one minute when his father started hitting me, but that I knew he could get help and I had hoped he would.
He used to never talk about his father or his feelings or his opinions at all. I hope getting off dairy brings back my little thinker.
I did not remind him that his father used to hit him, too.