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Parents were divorced when I was young. Lived between them for years, generally several months or years at a time, without speaking to the other parent at all. Dad was an abusive coke addict who made a living on (i don't know what) and Mom stayed with an abusive alcoholic for 13 years. With Dad, we usually lived in a tent or with one of his friends. Mom lived in a small trailer throughout my entire childhood, which now looks nothing like it used to due to the punishment is sustained from my stepfather. Life wasn't all bad, but it definitely wasn't worth remembering.
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