Things with my dad were pretty good until I won an Academy Award. He was really loving to me until I got more attention than he did. Then he hated me.
I was punished for blowing the whistle on my father's lifestyle.
I've overcome neglect and deprivation, abandonment and abuse.
Things get so sloppy when you're under the influence.
I have a temper, but I wouldn't call me abusive.
When someone was hitting me, or like sexually molesting me, it just seemed normal to continue to do that to myself.