When I was two, my mother dropped me off at my emotionally unstabe grandmother's house. Where I lived for over eight years. It was tough at times and then wonderful at others. Always ups and downs. I eventually learned when to stay at a distance and be very quiet.
When my mother remarried, I left my grandmother's house to live with my parents like all the other kids did at my school. Soon after, I realized I'd lmoved into hell. My parents drank, faught and were in a stuper most of the time on the weekends. Eventually, I managed to Read more