victims. We were victims, me and
my mom, Andrew and Isaac.
Victims of apartheid. Victims of
abuse. But I was never allowed to
think that way, and I didn’t see her
life that way. Cutting my father out
of our lives to pacify Abel, that was
her choice. Supporting Abel’s
workshop was her choice. Isaac was
her choice. She had the money, not
him. She wasn’t dependent. So in
my mind, she was the one making
the decision.
It is so easy, from the outside,
to put the blame on the woman and
say, “You just need to leave.” It’s
not like my home was the only