I was fourteen and afraid that if I defended you, Mom would turn on me too.

That was believable.

Then:

The shameful part is that years later, I kept choosing the same side even when I was old enough to know better.

Better.

Then:

When I called you a cripple in your office, I knew exactly what I was doing. I used the word Mom used because I wanted to hurt you.

I closed my eyes.