Pattie Mallette

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To my abusers: I forgive you

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Oh my God ... YOU are real.Oh my God ... You ARE real.OH MY GOD ... You are REAL!Oh my God ... You're really real!

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My spiritual high naturally dissipated. At some point you've got to come out of the clouds and live real life. Again, it's just like falling in love. The feeling of euphoria is only temporary

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For the most part, each day listed a different rendition of "Justin ate well" and "Justin took a great nap". Every now and then they noted Justin doing unusual things, like biting. I was embarrassed to read "Justin is biting his friends again" or "Justin did better with biting and only bit one boy". Other than that, though, my son was a pretty happy-go-lucky kid

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By the time I got to the phone and dialed John's number, I was out of breath with excitement. "You are not going to believe this," I blurted out."What's the matter?" Hr sounded concerned."Are you sitting down?""Yeah, sure, Pattie. What's wrong?" God only knows what John was thinking at this point."GOD IS REAL!" I practically shouted in his ear. I waited for John to react in a dramatic way, almost disbelieving way. I expected him to say, "No way! C'mon! Get out of town!" After all, I thought I was telling him something he didn't already know, something that would turn his world upside down like it did mine