Both mom and dad will die soon enough, but I will not lament the loss. They were not the best of parents, to put it lightly, and so, if I am to lament anything, it would be that I was never afforded the opportunity to grow up in a healthy family.
Some people will say that I had a good father because he put clothes on my back and food in my stomach, but it takes much more than that to be a good parent. People who don’t understand that scare me.
I just wish I could rid myself of the memory of my parents abusiveness. It is a tumor on my brain that clouds my thinking.