Quote by Jessica Hahn

My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was so screwed up.

My dad used to flush my mother's head down the toilet. I was

Summary

This quote suggests that the speaker had a traumatic childhood experience witnessing their dad's abusive behavior towards their mother. The phrase "flush my mother's head down the toilet" depicts an act of violence, highlighting the severity of the abuse endured within their family. The statement conveys the damage caused by such actions, indicating that the speaker's childhood was deeply affected, leading to emotional turmoil and potentially influencing their overall well-being.

By Jessica Hahn

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