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The abuse cycle

As I was cleaning the kitchen today, I thought of our sleeping children, not doing a lick of work, and I said, “Man, parents get the raw end of the deal.” Teresa said, “It’s no more than our parents did for us.” “I know,” I said, resenting the unbreakable wheel we’d found ourselves in. “It’s the abuse cycle.”

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