My Parents Sold Their Paid-Off House To Rescue My Sister, Then Showed Up At My Lake House With A Moving Truck-And Dad Said, “We’re Your Parents. We Don’t Need Permission.” – News

for the people the abuser recruits to harass the victim: flying monkeys, named after the witch’s henchmen in The Wizard of Oz.

My flying monkeys were attacking in swarms.

First, it was Aunt Clara. She’s my mom’s sister and the family gossip hub.

Aunt Clara texted:

“Rowan, I just saw your mother’s Facebook post. I am shaking with anger. How could you? They continue reading …