redtriskell
Bronze Member
I tell the truth. My father, who was a violent, alcohol/drug addicted, Vietnam vet from a horrific background, is dead. YAY! And, yes, I do really say "yay!". And then I say I am estranged from my mother, who is still living. Usually no one has the nerve to ask for more than that. If they do, I tell them. I think we all have a duty to speak the truth of our lives. Hiding or avoiding only feeds the notion that any family is better than none. And we all know THAT sure as hell isn't true, don't we? red
