My father was an abusive alcoholic, who was out of town 4-5 nights a week. He used to just beat the tar out of me, so much so that my mom would have to “pull him off” of me. I was second in the birth order with 4 sisters and my brother came along when I was 13.
He (my dad) used to take me to his girl friend’s (secretary’s) house and I would have to wait out in the car. I can still see her standing on the steps with that blond hair up in a bun and that yellow dress on, holding the screen door open for my dad.
When I turned 13 we had “the talk”. My dad told me that if I ever had the chance to “get” a girl, I should do it, that I may be able to get…
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