Should Coercive Control Abuse of Children Be Illegal?
My daughter wrote the poem below when she was fourteen, four months after moving into her father’s house. Between that move and when she posted this poem on Facebook, I had virtually no contact with her. If I called her father’s house, the phone went to an answering machine, but no one ever called back. I think I’ve finally figured it out, everyone: A beating heart that bleeds Is worth less than the sum of its parts, However, It is never useless or wasted. In the end, to give your life to someone Is your highest and best purpose. To bleed is to feel, To be alive. It is only the broken heart, A lifeless shell, That is worthless. Used and used again, And then cast aside. I think I’ve finally figured it out, everyone: What do you think my daughter was feeling? After she posted this poem, my daughter went to her father’s garage and tried to hang herself from the rafters. Her father was not at home, but fortunately, her stepsister was. My daughter had second thoughts as blood vesse...