Aww, the good ole days, I can remember being so hungry, I reached for the peanut butter jar,OPENED IT ,PULLED OUT A TABLESPOON FULL and was whacked with this big ole butchers' knife,, after being made to eat the peanut butter with my own blood, I at least learned to sneek it into the bathroom or closet. Gotta love those MOMs, especially when we, as children ourselves, make excuses for WHY they are the way they are. There truly are many, whom will never get it. One cannot judge, when one has not had to make those choices!....
Some wise old woman, once told me..."you pick yourself up, dust off all you can, then head held high..do not ever allow them to see you cry!" To hell with wise old women! c.j.