Gripping my arm, Mother held it in the orange-blue flame. My skin seemed to explode from the heat.
Childhood should be carefree, playing in the sun; not living a nightmare in the darkness of the soul.
I still love my former wife, I won't call her my ex-wife.
Something good comes out of every crisis.
I had an attachment disorder.
David what your mother did to you was wrong. Verry wrong.No child deserves to be treated like that. She's sick.