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Divorce through the eyes of a child
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One of my first childhood memories is of my father and mother arguing and me standing at my mother's feet and hiding. It was very scary. I don't remember how old I was at the time, but I remember being afraid of my father. If I wanted to ask my father for something, I asked my mother to give me a message. Have you experienced something similar? I wasn't brave as a child.

Soon we moved to the village to my grandmother's until my mother was given a flat from her hospital. In the USSR, people were given flats after waiting for several years. Sometimes up to 10 years. We were given a one-room flat in which there was no chance of privacy.

Since then I like to earn money and I don't like men like my father.

 

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