I grew up in a one-parent home. For a long time, I felt sorry for myself because of that. I was mad because my parents divorced, my brother died and I spent a majority of my childhood either alone in a locked home (yes, I was at the beginning of the latch-key generation), in the back room of a salon waiting for my Mother to get off of work, or when I was old enough…working two jobs.
I surrounded myself with friends who lived in a similar situation……
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