Ugh…Christmas. Rich and I recently moved out of my parents house and into our new apartment. Our funds are limited and I don’t really give a shit if we give anyone gifts.
We were at my parents house for one month. It went well. My mother was on her best behavior because Rich was there. My father was being “good”, too. It went better than I had expected. I’m happy we are out of there, though. “Triggers” were everywhere for me. The smell of my mothers hairspray triggered me. Writing about this shit is so difficult. It’s a start…
Growing Up with Lucifer 