To my surprise, the attack I anticipated from society never happened. The attack came from a place I never expected, from the place that was supposed to foster me, to hold me up.The attack came under the direct guidance of my mother. My mom who raised me to stand up for my rights, who educated me so that I could shield myself in times of need, then blamed me for the years that I was submissive when I was merely compliant to satisfy those norms I highly revered.I thought that the moment I told them that he broke my rib, they would break his head, but instead, I was executed and blamed because they believed I must have provoked him. The moment I told them how many times he deceived me, how many times I swathed him up to protect my family, I was censured and says I must not have been good enough. I thought that the moment I told them that he was locking me up, cursing at me, abusing me, that they would nurture me and open their shoulders for me. Instead my mother and family persecuted me.