Several adults were sitting around a table, laughing and sharing stories from their childhood. Of the group sat one laughed who with a sense of dread. When will it be my turn to share? What will I say? Should I share the truth or make up a lie? How would they react? I don’t want to kill the mood or make someone uncomfortable… But her turn never came, thankfully, and the night finished without a hitch. They all departed and left, feeling full of happy tales, but the dreading woman stayed and lived in her thoughts for a while… what would I have said, she wondered.
When I was young I moved a lot. We moved for many different reasons, but the most common reason was because we couldn’t afford to live where we lived anymore. It was hard, jumping from school to school. I never had many friends. But, I was always sort of a loner. It was okay.
My parents got a divorce. It was an ugly one, they fought over everything, even us ki