Growing up was hard with a verbally abusive father. The scripture and structure of the house came from my mom. My mom did the best she could while my dad laid out of work. It’s not that my dad didn’t have a job it’s that he couldn’t keep the job. At the age of three I was diagnosed with ADHD and ODD. My dad was a good father up until that point. Then he became verbally abusive. Mom’s rule was to do anything you can to please your dad, and especially STAY OUT OF THE WAY OF THE TV. My dad was obsessed with the TV. When he was home that’s all he did. He was your everyday couch potato and massive hypochondriac. What a way to begin my impressionable years.