Where to start? There are so many things to write here and I am not sure which one to put first. But I will start with one of the most recent flashbacks we have had.
When we were 8 years old we remember being in a hotel room with another man for the night. We didn't want to be there, and had considered calling our father, Maurie, to come and pick us up. We knew that was not allowed and we had to stay. We remember coming back from the bathroom and
climbing back into bed with this man. (I cannot see who he was) In the morning Maurie came to pick us up. He was paid $100 for our services. (this was in the 70's and I am told the rough conversion to now is about $700-$800). Maurie was prostituting us out for his financial gain. He had been doing it for many years. This is only one story we have to share, this is only the beginning.
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