with. My parents tried there hardest even after being divorced to raise me and my three older siblings the best they could.
In my early childhood, I can remember times when I’d hide in my brother’s arms as my parents fought, verbally and physically, and cried wondering “Why?”. I tend not ask either one what the cause was, but from these battles I learned to never to use my hands in place of words to argue with others.
Even in my years, which are new, these escapades continue with the man my mother…
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