Shared Past
I have thought about this post for a long while. I wondered just how much of myself I should really share? Then I decided that since this site for me is supposed to be my own form of "therapy" shall we say. "Hell why not just blow the damn lid off",because maybe just maybe there is someone out there who is suffering or has suffered the same fates as I. First of all let me say this, I am not boo hooing in the least about anything, things happened. They are over, dealt with are dealing with, DONE! They just ARE! So here goes... For those of you who knew me as a kid and wondered why I was so shy..I will tell you now. I lived with an abusive, alcoholic father. He was a horrible drunk who would not work, so my Mother worked all the time to make ends meet while he partied all the time, and when he was home, he was more than likely beating the living HELL out of my Mother. I could NEVER have any friends over for fear that he might come home drunk drag my Mom out of bed i...