“Last night, my own son hit me. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight back. I only understood one terrifying truth: if he was no longer a son but a monster, then from that moment on, I would no longer be his mother. – Story
Last night, my son struck me. I didn’t scream. I didn’t fight back. Because in that moment, something inside me broke cleanly in two: the instant I realized I was no longer facing a child I had raised with love, but a creature I no longer recognized— I stopped being his mother. I used to…