“I’m good with that. Tell me why you left?” “Because seeing my dad fucks with my head. Seeing my mom with a big bruise on her face—it brings up things. It reminds me of a past I don’t want to remember. And it pisses me off because I worry about her, even though she never worried about me.” A lump formed in my throat which also pissed me off, and I slipped Vivian off my lap and set her on the couch before I moved to my feet and started pacing. “I don’t like talking about this shit.”
