It wasn’t the drinking, fighting, or terrifying uncertainty in my childhood home. It wasn’t that my mother left, running off with a psychopathic, wanna-be-cult-leader doctor. It wasn’t my father’s sudden, and overwhelming fame causing him to change dramatically from a gentle artist to a suicidal maniac. It wasn’t even that when I was kidnapped, and mira…
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