and charming never went away. He
had a drinking problem, but he was
a nice guy. We had a family.
Growing up in a home of abuse, you
struggle with the notion that you
can love a person you hate, or hate
a person you love. It’s a strange
feeling. You want to live in a world
where someone is good or bad,
where you either hate them or love
them, but that’s not how people are.
There was an undercurrent of
terror that ran through the house,
but the actual beatings themselves
were not that frequent. I think if
they had been, the situation would
have ended sooner. Ironically, the