“Jaxxon, when we were teenagers, my thoughts on love were warped and toxic. There were so many people in my life that I loved but didn’t really like. I mean, King, Sparkle, . . . my father. I loved them because I felt like society dictated that you needed to love your family; otherwise, you were weird or a psychopath, but I didn’t like them. It’s hard to like somebody with a hair-trigger temper. I mean, things could be going along so good. We could be laughing and joking, and out of nowhere, King would get offended, or something would rub him the wrong way, and he would snap. Then there was
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