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might have Stockholm syndrome, but she refuses to see it. Her father, who is an addict and the main abuser, recently sold their house randomly. Now they’re basically homeless because he thought he’d “figure something out.” She wasn’t even allowed to take her own clothes or belongings, while everyone else could. I’ve tried convincing her that she doesn’t need them, that she deserves better.But she’s set on staying with them no matter how badly they treat her. I love her. I really do.