I think I knew from an early age that mine was not a normal
life, but I really never gave it much thought early on. As a small child my mom
and Dad did not live together during the week. My dad traveled for work and I
stayed home with my mom. Dad was home on the weekends and from the time I can
remember slept in the 2nd bedroom we had in our apartment. I think I
recall being told by mom that he slept there because he got in late and didn’t
want to be disturbed in the morning.
|My mom and I when I was 2|