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Thanks for stopping by to read and give my essay some love, @Danielle and @Ingrid! ❤️

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Wow. What a story. That’s a whole lot to take in from one post. Thank you for sharing your story. I love your daughter’s tropical sun words. Those are adorable!

Once upon a time, I was a camper at sleep-away camp. And a copperhead was outside our cabin. Somehow, the director got notified (maybe we called out to the next cabin for help?) and the director came with a shovel.

He didn’t kill it in front of us the way your dad did - though I figured out later that must have been what he had done with one fell SWOOP of his shovel behind a nearby tree.

Your dad doing that in front of you, instead of taking it outside is terrifying. That’s a way to show dominance.

I am also willing to bet money he was cheating on your mom and attacked her because he couldn’t fathom that she wasn’t. That’s very sad. I am so glad she finally got out & that you are in therapy. I hope your mom is, too. She’s had a lot on her plate.

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Thank you for stopping by and reading, Jodi! My mom is one strong woman, for sure! I no longer have a relationship with my father; there is so much more to that story that I hope to continue to unpack. Stay tuned. ❤️

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Wow, what an intense flooding of memories!

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Thanks for reading, Joy! ❤️

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