If you have been reading the comments sections on here and over at XOJane, you might have seen how many people ask me the question “are you still in contact with your brothers?” With that being said, don’t expect a riveting or humorous post today. Just a little back story. So….without further ado, I bring
I was three. I sat inside my room listening to my “dad” drill a hole for a chain lock he was putting on the outside of my door. I remember sitting on the floor, wondering why no one loved me. I thought maybe I could pretend to be a dog. People like dogs. Dogs live
There really is no easing into this first post, it is what it is. This blog is about me. It’s about my life. My trials, my failures, my joy, and my heartaches. It’s painful, dirty, and complicated. It’s embarrassing, scary, and torturous. It’s the screams in my nightmares and the cries from my soul. But it’s me.
