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My father was a horribly mentally damaged WWII vet. My mother worked really hard to get us all free from him. We lived the car for weeks. When we finally found a place and started having a life, he found out where we lived.
The Chinese people next door had an illegal immigration problem and my father figured that out and coerced them into spying on my mom. He found out exactly the right time to come and steal my brother.
Once he had my brother, we all had to go back. There didn't seem to be any choice. My mother wouldn't leave my brother alone with that freak.
That was back before feminism. There weren't any places where you could hide from a deranged combat veteran using every brain cell he has left to hunt you down.
I get so mad when people ask, "Why don't they leave?"
But then I suppose it's hard for people haven't ever seen anything like that to understand.
