From When I Was Twelve
With such a
beautiful family history, it’s not surprising I was afraid of turning out
mentally scarred for life. I was so
nervous about it that I stopped seeing a psychologist and wouldn’t talk to my
mom about any of her support groups or anything. I didn’t want to have anything to do with
it. Now I know I was just scared of
going through what my mom did, but I know I never will. I mean, parts of it weren’t so swell, but I’d
still say I had a better than average childhood.
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