Just now, I tried to go to bed. But as sometimes happens, I couldn't fall asleep because I was scared. I'm a grown up. I'm not supposed to be scared. But here I am admitting it. I am. Husband likes to tease me. But at night, in the dark, is when all the bad things happen.
It's when people rape and touch you. It's when parents yell and fight. It's when daddy leaves and never comes back. It's when men in space suits bust your mother's meth lab that you didn't know existed. It's when the mean girls from across the street jump you and burn your arm with cigarettes.
I've had people read this blog, email me and tell me to "just get over it already." I don't know if I will ever get over my chidhood. I'm just making sure my kids don't have a scary one.