(Part Five) Cloudy

Remember earlier when I said I took steps backwards, and bigger steps forward? Well, these times are the steps backwards. One night in late July, near the end of my visit, Dustin and I were sitting in his bed at around 2 a.m. We both had this angst building up for quite a while, so… Continue reading (Part Five) Cloudy

(Part Four) Cloudy

I had been living with my aunt and uncle and their kids. The only real difference from living with them and living with my abusive mother was that at my aunt and uncle’s house, the abuse was never physical. So I guess that’s sort of good. But it still sucked, and I was still a… Continue reading (Part Four) Cloudy