I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.
I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.
The more love I craved, the more distant and abusive he grew. The role I longed to play was never written into Ryan's script: daughter.
When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.
My children forgave me at a time when I could barely forgive myself.