Everyone comes to a point in their lives when they must face their skeletons hanging in the closet. For me that came on Feb 6, 2006, that was the day I faced my biggest skeleton of all. That Monday I stood up in front of 3 dozen people and read a victim statement in court, telling my final words to my newly convicted father awaiting his sentence. For as long as I could remember my family life growing up was "dysfunctional", unfortunately it took until my adult years to finally start dealing with it. It took until that day for me to finally lay my demons to rest.

When we are children we typically have not a care in the world, just go day by day playing in the sun, having fun, and listening to our elders, but for me that was not the case. I grew up knowing sorrow, pain, and distrust in everyone. I found it hard to make the right decisions and I found it hard to know the truth. Most of this stems from my relationship or lack thereof with my father Dennis. I remember when I was younger having great times with him and bad times with him, but the bad out weighs the good. From the age of four and on until the age of 16, Dennis was my father, me hero, my confidant during the day, but my worst enemy at night. I grew up with my mother not around most of the time, which left me in the very unstable hands of my so-called father. This was difficult for me being how I was still in the learning stages of my life. I learned at an early age to not trust, to not know what was truly "normal".

My only outlet was my baby twin sister's who are four years younger than I am, and I would later learn that Dennis became their demon as well. When I was 18 I left Dennis' house to venture out in the world to find my own way, only I soon realized that I was not given the proper tools to do so. I spent the next 2 years trying to find my way, trying to build a life that was not my father's.

When I was 8 my parents divorced, which was probably the best thing they ever did.

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