My heart is heavy. I used to ride the bus with my daughter to school in the morning and come back to start the day. There was a mother openly discussing the molestation of her daughter by her sister's boyfriend. The little girl was seated beside her. She looked about six. The mother was upset at her sister because she went after their mother. She added, to the person she was conversing with, that her mother did not need the stress. Apparently, she had been molested at three by her own father. She said that it's the past, she was over it. Her mother had him locked up; her father apologized because he was sick at the time (abusing alcohol and drugs). The woman's mother apparently took her father back into the house.
Now, the woman's sister is in the same cycle: she was in the other room while this precious six year old was being touched. The woman made this entire tragedy about her sister not being able to get over abuse that happened 30 years ago.
The woman's public confession was loud. She was oblivious to the horrified silence of the bus passengers. She was completely unaware that she was humiliating her daughter. I locked eyes with the sad/stone-faced little girl with as much comfort as I could. I held my own daughter's hand tightly.
When are we going to get to the heart of the sicknesses that plague all our communities at large? Can you imagine the countless households who think that this is the norm?
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