To make a long story short, my family relationship is pretty rocky. My mom and dad were both in the army; that’s how they met. He was never there for my mom and I. Never showed up for my birth, and has missed big milestones in my life; too many to count actually. Anyway, one of the last things I remember of him was when he pulled my pants down, and he kissed and slapped me. Then I was off to school. I was 6. I always tell myself he didn’t know it was bad, but I’ve come to realize he was an adult. It bothers me when I’m at my worst, and it’s the only thing I can think of when it comes to him. Well, if you’ve read this far, thanks haha. Let me stop before I dig deeper into my trauma haha. I hope everyone has a good day! :)