From her and my dad both. I remember when I was about six she sent me and my sister to the corner of grocery to get her some shampoo period on the way back I dropped the bottle and it broke. You know that's when all bottles were made of glass instead of plastic period when we got back I told her I had dropped a bottle of Prell. I handed her the change from her purchase. She threw it in the floor and then told me to pick it up and while I was crouched down trying to get the nickels and dimes and quarters she kick me in the butt. I hope to God I don't sound like I'm begging for sympathy here. There are people here who have been through much worse than I ever went through. Nevertheless my story is my story you know? It's not a good one. |