What we lost can never be replaced. Two childhoods, robbed from each of us. We survived the tormented mental, emotional and physical abuses of mad woman. A father who never stood by us, never drew a sober breath. A man who battled stomach cancer. It was the cancer that stole his life spirit. He no longer cared. He had seen the end. He knew nothing mattered that he had done. If he had any fears they were never placed on us as children. He left once when we were young. There was an emptiness after he left. But I never felt close to him again. Betrayal Other men, other women, and the constant yelling. Like a small war zone.No one is getting their way. The blood shed over hatred, that no man can understand. Using god as a weapon. Over and over they would battle.Sometimes all day and night for days. Mealtime was a dangerous navigation through an invisible emotional riot. You never knew which pace to keep while chewing. An open hand or a fist to the head. The food would pop out and ...