Trying to come to terms with this whole no contact thing.

Am I in this for life, or am I waiting until I feel stronger?

Was my mom doing the best that she could?

You know the whole “when you know better you do better”?

Was she doing the best she knew how? Was she repeating what was done to her?

When do you draw the line and reach a point of no return like I have?

All I knew at the time was that my mental health was already at a vulnerable state, and to be around them now that I knew and realized they were abusing me was too much for my broken heart to endure.

Another hoover attempt has brought the cognitive dissonance to the surface again.

More on this later.