I thought something must have changed my father, that he had to have been different at some earlier point. I wondered whether he was kind in his younger days, or charming, just trying to decipher exactly what would have led my mother to marry him. No, she says, he was not. He would storm away from her house if she could not come with him, threatening to find other girls. He would drive another girl by her house for her to see. He had been cruel and hateful always.
