growing up in this house has been very difficult for as long as i can remember. prior to that, though ive been told its not possible (by my perfect controlling mother) i remember sitting on the couch at just about 2 yrs old watching my mother and father sitting at the dining table arguing, then he ripping his gold necklace from around his neck and sliding it across table to my mother, a gift from her. then storming out and taking off in his brown camaro. i dont remember very much whatsoever of the next 6 yrs at all. as if i skipped right over […]
