My mother had a baby a year, and spent four or five months without bruises. Even when she did have bruises she loved us and fed us when my father wouldn’t. “We don’t have the fucking money, Madison, because you spend all your time on your fat ass letting those babies suck on your tits.” We didn’t have the money for baby formula. My mother loved us. Maybe she thought that the more children she had, the more likely it was for our father to love us. She was wrong. I got my first bruise the day I turned three.