My Name Is Sandra
Long story made short. I grew up in a home with an alcoholic, abusive father. The abuse was in every form imaginable. There was sexual abuse, physical abuse, mental abuse, and lifelong threats. I spent in early adulthood hiding from him. I spent my later adulthood accusing him. I have spent my last few years, addressing the pain he forced me to endure. More about me later, but for now, just know, my name is Sandra