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I grew up with about as much dysfunction as the next dysfunctional family. You’ve heard it all before: alcoholism, emotional abuse, sexual abuse, poverty, violence, a single parent home, mental illness, two prison sentences, etc. etc. The works. It was all there. It was a daily reminder that the prospect of my breaking free from the cycles of dysfunction was unlikely. My growing up to be a wife in a happy home was not an expectation or even a hope. Not even a measly prayer.
There were simply no words to ask God for something I’d never seen or understood.
When my Dad was hauled off to prison I thought all Dads went to prison.
Thanks Grace
for sharing
and for fighting for your marriage!
made me cry
blessings
Beth
Sadly I’m still at the dysfunctional part…. so I don’t have fun with them. I guess no $100 epic win for me.
great post Gracee- I treasure our family times as well whether it is taking a walk, making Thomas trains or enjoying our saturday morning ritual of making blueberry pancakes together. I took the pledge to make fruit and veggie snacks (no surprise there!)