The way it should be.
I felt ashamed, as if I were to blame for the abuse and should have been able to stop him.
Would my father go to jail? Underneath the pain was rage toward my parents for what they had done.
I don't always like my behavior, but I am learning to accept my weaknesses and not expect perfection.
Only by approaching and then retreating from my feelings could I allow myself to actively grieve.
I would overreact to criticism, create conflicts with co-workers, complain constantly and would allow others to take advantage of me.
Description: The memory surfaces of myself as a small child: My arms are wrapped around my father's neck while swimming in a lake.