My mother forced me out of her house when I was thirteen.
I went to live with my father and step-mother.
They threw me out when I was barely out of my teens.
Did I steal? No. Did I take drugs? Had I ever laid a finger on any of them? No.
So why? I honestly don’t know. My father … Read the rest
My father walked out on my mother when I was eight. Always highly disturbed, my mother became yet worse, and threw me out of the house when I was thirteen. This made it necessary for me to go and live with my father and his new wife, where I was not wanted. Indeed, the sense of this was unremittingly palpable. … Read the rest
