My siblings and I remember the same abusers differently.  There is especially a difference in how and what the older and younger experienced.  And who is right?  What the hell does that really mean?  We all have some truth and something missing from what we say to each other and try to ignore.  I just wish we could put all our stories together because it is what the abusers never wanted.  They wanted us to remain confused and our lives divided.

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