Mercifully brain only triggers what I can cope with. More rage came when I imagined T stretching out his hand to me. "Don’t touch me. You betrayed me," I cried. He asked, "Who really betrayed you?" And then his hand turned into my mothers. "You betrayed me Ma. You rejected me. I yearned to love you, but you wouldn’t let me. I was broken then. You broke me."
Yes Sir, I'm keeping it flowing.