I have a hard time remembering good things about my childhood. There seemed to always be tension in our home. Yelling and screaming so much of the time. As a little girl, I remember many times of huddling in my room hoping my father would forget all about me. He did, but then I got tired of hearing him hit my mother or my siblings.

Alcohol ruled our home. Fear ruled our home. Emotional, physical and mental abuse ruled our home.

My father and I do not have a relationship to this day. He is not saved. He doesn't believe in Jesus. He only calls me when he has forgotten my brothers phone number.

It's too hard for me to deal with anymore so therefore, I just leave it alone. I love my father. I wish things could be different. I pray for him all the time, that the Lord will touch his heart and he will become the father I have always needed.