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Many times I have seen my mom cry in secret and try to appear as strong as she can be. I pitied my mom but there was nothing I can do. She would not leave him for reasons I don’t understand. Meanwhile we were all growing up in a traumatic childhood. The three of us, me and my siblings, would always have nightmares. In fact, scary movies didn’t scare me by the time I was ten – my dreams were scarier. My two other siblings were bedwetters. I guess that was the only time they were able to really let go – when they were asleep. Me being the eldest, I was left to clean that shit up. Did I complain? Yes I did! But not aloud, only to myself. It was not a cool place to live in and it was not a cool way to live – period. When I went to high school I got involved with violent groups – I guess that was my way of airing out my frustrations. It was the best and the worst time of my life. The only good thing it gave me was that once,