Oh boy! I just called the cops on my neighbors.

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94. Same here, although

except most of the trauma occurred as a result of seeing my parents go at each other.

Food would fly around the kitchen. Dishes. Yelling. Name calling. Accusations.

Seeing my parents battle each other physically...seeing the finger marks on my mom's neck where my father had tried to choke her.

Seeing my mom's face swollen on one side from a broken jaw after he hit her with a beer bottle.


As a child, I was powerless to stop it, and I was left with a terrible dilemma each day

I went to school so I wouldn't have to listen to/see that going on (even though I was tired from not being able to sleep the night before during one of their fights), but always wondered if I would go home to find two dead bodies.

I guess in some ways it was like living in a war zone. Or so I've been told.

Children always suffer the worst

I wish someone had called the cops then




PS...this song always makes me cry...