My Son Struck Me Thirty Times at His Birthday Dinner. The Next Morning, I Sold the Mansion He Thought He Owned.
Nobody looked like the helpless image that the word victim had once conjured in my mind.
When it was my turn to speak, I said I owned a successful construction company and knew how to protect a contract.
Then I said I had not known how to protect myself from my own son.
The group leader, Mrs.
Alvarez, nodded.
‘Family can make a person question protections they would insist on for anybody else.’
I went back the following Friday.
Eventually I stopped sitting near the door.