Torn Between Two Abusive Narcissists

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When I was about ten years old, a family moved across the street and kitty-corner to us. There were three daughters, all younger than I, and two parents.

There weren’t a lot of choices, so I became friends with Sonia, the eldest daughter, even if she was three years younger than me.

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Writer for The Los Angeles Times, Salon, The Startup, Tenderly, Fearless She Wrote, MuddyUm. Christineschoenwaldwriter.com

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Writer for The Los Angeles Times, Salon, The Startup, Tenderly, Fearless She Wrote, MuddyUm. Christineschoenwaldwriter.com

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