Amalia's Story, Chapter Seventy-Three
= Amalia Angeloni Jacobucci
"Backstory"
"The farther I looked into my past, the murkier it got. Unfortunately, my mind is a mess because of a physical injury that I got as a baby and the mental blocks that my brain had created to mask the moments of trauma. The human brain can dissociate and bury bad memories that are hurtful. And because of that, I could never rely on my own memory to get a clear picture of what it was like for a young Andrew."
"The story that I have been able to stitch together successfully, still with many gaps due to missing parts, was from people I met later in my adult life. In fact, the therapy that I’ve been through has been the most successful than anything else. The other significant contributors to this tapestry of my past are the acquaintances who knew my parents and me."
"And, of course, my parents never contributed to telling me anything or teaching me, for that matter. Such was my relationship with them. There was always a gap there, a cold, silent gap, where there was no communication of any kind. By now, I know they are responsible for what I suffered throughout my entire life. We, their own children, were their test subjects in a sick experiment."
"My story begins four years before my own birth. That was when my parents had their first child, my older brother. He was the star of the show. They considered him as their ...
Dreamstory, Chapter Three: Unitarian Church
UNITARIAN CHURCH
Barnstable Patriot, May 23, 1968
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Speaker for the 11 a.m. service of the Unitarian Church May 26 will be Louis Jacobucci, executive director of MSPCC, who has been chairman of the social concerns committee of the church and is chairman of the prudential committee. Among other activities are membership in Hyannis Rotary; he is also vice president of Cape Cod Community Council and chairman of Community Action Committee of Cape Cod.
"So, look. Miss Andrews."
"Yes."
"You understand this is a very serious charge to bring against anyone."
"Yes."
"Let alone your own brother."
"Yes."
"It never happened."
"Well, actually, it kind of totally did."
"You are deluded."
"Well, that may be, but I would submit that my mental health history is a result of having stuff like that done to me in the first place."
"You lie."
"I don't, actually. In fact, this is the first...
Dreamstory, Chapter One: What Happens At The End
By Velveteen Andrews
"What?!"
"I didn't say anything."
"How can you say such a thing?"
"I'm not going through this again."
"What do you mean?"
"All this -- denial. I'm done. I'm just going to say exactly what happened as I remember it."
"It never happened!"
"The reason I know it happened is that I renember it. I was eight years old. My brother was twelve years old. I was able to recover the date because I remember at some point in the week preceding the event, our father for some reason had told us, I'm going to be speaking at the Unitarian Church this Sunday at 11:00. It did not seem weird to me at the time, because he was always out of the house anyway. Plus all he used to when he was home was harangue me, so good."
"You lie."
"In fact, I remember thinking, it made sense that he would get something going on Sundays, because that was the only time he was ever even around anymore. Weekdays he was working, of course, and weeknights he was always at one of his many, many important community ...
