I have a horrible memory but for some reason the abuse that I endured as a child is as clear as day. Although, I do think that with each telling of a story, a slightly different new memory occurs. Either you add something to it or change it a bit, unknowingly.

I've written about it but I don't play the blame game. Sure I went through all that shit, but the person I am today isn't defined by it and if I mess up, it is all on me. It's not my moms fault if I act like an asshole.