My Mother Was Right All Along
Language: en
My mom was a liar. She said my dad hit her. But every time she pulled up her sleeves, her skin was clear, without a single mark. She'd cry and say, "He hit me again last night." My dad would just stand by, sighing, "She's having another episode." Arthur, my dad, was a high school principal, gentle and refined. Everyone praised him as a good husband and father. And my mom? The neighbors said she was sick, Grandma Rose said it was postpartum depression, and doctors diagnosed paranoid delusion. I believed them too. Until that late night, when I came home early and caught my dad raising his…