ch.3 david

The relationship with mom changed from discipline to punishment that grow out of control. At sometimes it was so bad I didn’t have the strength to crawl away even though it meant saving my life. Sometimes when father was at work she would stay in her bathrobe all day and lay on the couch watching T.V. When mother would yell at us her voice would change form nurturing to the wicked witch. When she braked at one of my brothers the sound of her voice sent tremors down my spine.