Even the first memory is bad. The only memory I have of my parents is the night the split. I was 4, I was sitting in my room looking out the window watching them fight. They didn't know I was there, my sisters were in the living room, and my brothers were out hiding in there fort.
My dad kept yelling and my mom kept screaming. My dad got in the car and peeled out of the driveway and my mom stood there watching. I kept watching even after she came in, he never came back.
