“Maybe it’s time for the fighter to be fought for, the holder to be held, and the lover to be loved.” ~Unknown Growing up, I had no reference whatsoever for what a looked like.
My parents had me as a result of an affair. I was estranged from my father for a decade or so, and I spent my childhood with my mother and my stepfather.
And both were far from healthy. I remember vividly this one day they got into a verbal fight. Things got so heated that he angrily threw her a glass of wine at her as she approached the door to go to work.
Fortunately, the glass hit the wall as my mom closed the door, laughing at my stepfather’s failed attempt to hurt her. I, a little girl, stayed behind to clean up the mess and deal with my stepfather’s rage.