I don't remember much of my childhood. I remember my mom was the greatest, my dad wasn't really around, unless it was Christmas or a birthday. He always had the best presents, he was really a real dad on Christmas. I always got what I wanted from dad on my birthdays too, anything I asked for, the sky was the limit with gifts when it came to dad. I love him, and I love mom just the same. One year on my birthday the man came around I was at home with mom and the man came over and asked if I wanted him to take me to dinner and then take me shopping for a gift, or if I just wanted him to pick out a gift on his own. Now I just knew this man was a monster so I politely declined the invite and said I would just like a gift please. This seemed to be the wrong thing to say, as it is rude to turn someone down when they want to be so kind as to take you to dinner and then shopping, so I accept his invitation. I remember placing my order, the man was across from me in the booth with his hands busy under the table, and the waitress was waiting patiently for me to decide, I was having a hard time making my mind up. I could not believe that the woman couldn't see the monster across from me, right out in the open he was proving me right.
I have always had this problem, since I can remember where if something happens to me I keep it to myself.