I remember experiencing domestic ******** at the age of 3. My ****** would lock me in the bathroom when he was pissed at my ****** and started to beat every ounce of life out of her. I remember criss cross applesauce on the floor and ******. I can still hear her screams inside my head. Do not fret though, he talked **** 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 ***. They lost, and have never seen anybody on my ******'s side since 1986.