Before love came, I was in a Chaos. I loved my family but like they say, every creek has a serpent. Well with the good came the bad. So my journey through life started on the wrong side of the mountain.... Home life? Whew, it was rough. My daddy was a hard worker-plumber, electrician, man could fix just about anything. But he also battled with alcohol, and that battle brought a lot of pain into our home. My mama? She was gifted with a needle and thread, always sewing something beautiful-but no amount of stitching could fix the chaos in our house. Holidays especially-they came with more than just food and family. They came with shouting, fists flying, my daddy beating on my mama. That kind of pain etches itself into your bones. By the time I hit sixteen, I was counting down the days 'til I could be gone.