Redeeming Mom
I remember it as if it was just yesterday. It was late at night and I was sound asleep when I was jolted wide awake by screaming and yelling. When you were raised in a house of abuse, one would think you eventually get used to it at a certain point. I tend to believe that a person never truly gets used to it. The guy I call Chuck is technically my father although I never refer to him as my father. He is an abusive alcoholic and he never liked me anyways. He was always convinced that I was...