Something told me to Google my stepfather’s name.

A nudge guided me to skip going to his Facebook page, as I had many times in the past, and to use the search engine instead.

And there it was. His obituary.

He passed away six months ago. He has been cremated, his ashes interred, a memorial service held.

I never knew.

It’s the price I pay for freedom.

Estrangement from an emotionally abusive family has a price, and the price can be high.

In order to explain, let’s first talk about the common dynamics of an emotionally abusive, dysfunctional family…

Here is the video presentation of our article by the same name.

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