Please tell me more about my rich parents and my cushy life. Tell me about my life where I was abused daily, where my dad would wake me from sleep and beat me because I wore socks to bed in our freezing cold dump of a house. Tell me about how free lunch at school was my only meal for the day. Tell me about how I stole quarters from arcade games so I could by food at Save-A-Lot. Tell me about bruises, broken bones and cigarette burns. Tell me about becoming an adult. About ADHD, PTSD, depression and the following drug addiction. Tell me how I found myself in this shithole of a life and found hope. How I met my wonderful friend and wife of 21 years. How we're raising a happy, well adjusted and loved 9 y/o boy. I'm okay with working until I die. I love, I'm loved. I'm right where I suppose to be.