While I don’t remember any of it, my dad abused my mom. One day, when I was almost five, my mom packed all of our things and moved us to a trailer in town. It was nice to actually be someplace where there were other children around.

The worst thing about this time was that mom fell into a depression. She slept on the couch all day and, on the off times she was awake, she wrote out a will. I was a really perceptive kid, so I was certain she was going to kill herself. With that in mind, I watched a lot of TV or people to try to learn what I’d need to do to make sure my brother and sister would be taken care of.

She never did kill herself, but she started yelling at us all the time. It was awful.