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I had a pretty rough childhood. My mom was a drug addict and alcoholic and slit her wrists in front of me, my brother, and my sister while cursing us to hell. We were 11, 13, and 9 at the time. My dad was (still is) very self absorbed and was pretty emotionally distant from us as children. He spent more time with his bicycles and bike buddies than he did with us. However, I have a good relationship with both my parents now. They are divorced (best thing they ever did) and my dad is remarried. His wife is self absorbed as well, they are two peas in a pod. My mom has cleaned up and goes to church every week and has told me countless times she is sorry for what we went through as children, and I always have to reassure her that I am ok, that I'm not mad at her or anything. She suffered horrific abuse as a child and I understand why she turned to drugs and alcohol to medicate herself. I don't blame any of my shortcomings or problems on them; I am my own person and make my own choices.
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"They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings; steal a little and they throw you in jail, steal a lot and they make you king"
Formerly Medusa
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