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Previously from Chapter 12
Tina stares at Bette for a minute, her eyes unfocused as she’s still trapped in those terrible memories. Bette steps closer and cups Tina’s cheeks in her hands and rubs her thumbs over them. Tina doesn’t say a word. The emotions she’s feeling stuck in her throat. She slowly leans into Bette and allows Bette to wrap her in an embrace.
“Babe, I had no idea.” Bette whispers in Tina’s ear and pulls her closer, wanting to wash away the long ago hurt that has suddenly resurfaced.
“You couldn’t have if I never told you.” Tina’s voice is low, her strength ebbing. She leans on Bette for support. “I…I never wanted to talk about it.”
“Are these some of the things you’ve talked about to your therapist?” Bette strokes Tina’s back as she holds her tight.
“Yeah.” Tina drops her head on Bette’s shoulder. “I had to tell her to get to the route of all this with me.”
They both are silent a few minutes. Bette trying to make sense of everything that Tina had just told her. The awful way her parents had treated her and her brother. That controlling, cruel environment her parents had bestowed on the two children. Tina finally pulls away and looks at Bette. Her eyes intense and her lips set in a straight line.
“I want to tell you the rest and be done with it.”
“Jesus Tina. What else did they do?”
Patio Porter Residence Same Afternoon
“What else did they do?” Tina’s voice sounded hollow as she repeated Bette’s question and stared straight ahead.
She was determined to tell Bette everything about her childhood and parents.
Over the past two years, Tina had gradually confessed all to her therapist. Susan had assisted Tina in understand just how her parents behaviors and actions had affected her own abilities to handle her emotions and personal problems. They had fueled this flight behavior Tina had executed so often in her adult life when her anxiety and depression became overwhelming. She would avoid confrontation in her personal life because that actually served as an empowerment to her. Thinking that if she fled she could control any situation.
Her parents, Kevin and Nancy Kennard, had been far more than just restrict parents with their children.