I remember experiencing domestic violence at the age of 3. My father would lock me in the bathroom when he was pissed at my mother and started to beat every ounce of life out of her. I remember criss cross applesauce on the floor and crying. I can still hear her screams inside my head. Do not fret though, he talked shit to the right guy back in 1983 and got shot in the face. Then his parents fought for me in court... I know, right. They tried to take me away from my mom. They lost, and have never seen anybody on my father's side since 1986.