Looking Back
'When it hurts to look back, and you're scared to look ahead' explains how I felt for many years.
But, when the past gets in the way of the future, sometimes the only choice is to look back.
As much as it hurt, I looked back to the worse time in my life and in that pain I began to write my memoir of that early life.
I was told I was a happy kid until I turned two. We had to live with my grandparents because Daddy wouldn't keep a job, but he didn't want Mama to work, so they fought all the time.
At two years old Daddy tried to kidnap me, but was caught before he got out of town.
After that, everyone in the family watched him closely for a long time. Then he began pushing me away and acting like he wished I'd never been born, so they let their guard down.
One night Mama and Daddy had a big fight because she'd taken a job to make ends meet. Daddy walked out, but after Mama went to work, he snuck back into the house in the middle of the night. He again, took me from my bed, but this time, he made a clean get away. I was three years old.
I didn't know how my life was going to change—forever.
From that night on I grew up in the shadow of fear, uncertainty and hate, not knowing if I'd ever know trust, real love, or happiness again...
