From the outside my life was like most other kids. I grew up in the 80s so at that time it was normal to have parents that were married, I had siblings, we had a large house, we had family but as far as anything else my life was completely different then most. My mother was a stay at home mom who had four children and also had a daycare she ran out of the house. My father would leave at 5 am and return usually around 10pm at night because he own his own hardware store. My parents barely talked to each other and when they did it contained mostly screaming coupled with our toys being thrown around the room. They hated each other at best. As far back as I can remember both my parents had other relationships, neither one of them hid what they were doing but yet they put up with each other for years, I assume for us kids. By the time I was 8 my parents were in the middle of a divorce, my mother was pregnant for the fourth time by either her lover or my father , most likely her lover and my father demanded an abortion if they were going to continue in what they called a marriage. My mother refused to abort and allowed the divorce to happen, to her it was clear she wasn’t in love with my father anymore, if ever. The next few months is when my life really started to fall apart. My mother started becoming obsessed with different ideas. She had ideas that started off that her lover would leave his wife for her, then there was one where she believed that the government controlled us by putting mind control serums in our medicines like vaccines so she decided to go completely homeopathic, another delusion my mother had was if she went completely vegan she could live forever and eventually morph herself into walking threw walls. The more she read books like from authors like Linda  Goodman the worse her delusions became. She also stopped taking care of anything in the house. Our cabinets became bare, the only food in the freezer was years old with an inch of ice around it, my mother would head off to bed before 6 pm, she didn’t care if we showered or ate, she was so preoccupied with the men and sex in her life we started becoming more of a hindrance then anything else.