As mentioned in the previous post I have been through some rough times like most people, but I have overcome most of what has haunted me for the past 22 years of my life. To explain I would need to start at the beginning. I was born April 12, 1989. I am still a child in many ways, but I understand things better than most. I was born into a "typical" family. Mother, father, older sister, and loving grandparents or so you would think. My father and mother were both nurses. We were mid-high class and had no worries. Things would appear to be perfect to anyone looking from the outside. My mother noticed changes in my father after they were wed. He became more strict and would not allow her simple pleasures of little things she wanted while he had everything. Violence became commonplace and peace an unknown luxury. Mother had discussions with his parents, which of course were well-to-do, but they made it out to be her fault. Their son is perfect and would get anything he wanted. After some years of abuse a doctor prescribed him medication for what he believed to be bipolar disorder. The medication seemed to be working, according to my mother, but he was convenced that he could control himself without medication. He would take it on and off so my mother thought it was better than nothing. The abuse continued but not to the magnitude as before... until my sister Tracey was born.