Nikita
Writing is a Panacea for a Dirty Mind
I have some thoughts on that.
I really suffered growing up, both physically and emotionally. There was no question or lack of clarity that my parents were crazy and I was not.
The first time my father hit my mother, she kept provoking him. He had his belt off. They were in the kitchen and none of the lights were on. I was supposed to be asleep, but her crying woke me up. He took a back swing and the belt missed. It just brushed my ponytail. He didn't know I was there . . . watching, totally focused on the horror before me.
I was 4.
There was clarity. They were crazy and MY parents.