There you go. Two parents. The very very short version. There will be much more to come in stories and memories but you needed to know some basics to understand me better.
Yes, i do have a sister. 8 years older than me. So much older that we have
I will end this post with one fact that echoes in my soul every single day of my life, molds the raw emotions that erupt from within me and fuels my scorching insecurities.
My parents screamed at each other. Often. Always at night.
There was hitting. And threats. And crying. And thrown objects and breaking noises. And nights my mom would run away to somewhere and someone else. And my dad would go to bed like nothing ever happened.
And I was there. I heard every word. I felt every slap. Every door slam a lightning bolt to my heart. With my head under my Hair Bear Bunch pillow and hiding under my Scooby Doo sleeping bag. With giant tears in my eyes and my fingers shoved two knuckles deep into my ear. Begging them to stop. Praying for them to stop.
Trying to figure out...WHAT I HAD DONE...to make them hate each other so much.