It was never really easy for me.. ever since I can remember life has hurt me one way or another.. well, at least until I stopped letting it. When I was young I lived with my parents, like any other child. But my father was abusive to me mother and me. He hated women and would constantly yell and rant about how they are wretched terrible creations of "GOD". One day he hit mother too hard.. too many times... and she didnt wake up, no matter how hard I tried she wouldnt wake up. He just made a smart remark under his breath and walked into the kitchen.. I followed him, grabbing one of his prized baseball bats on my way in.. and when he turned to grab another beer from the fridge I swung the bat as hard as I could, hitting him on the side of the head. Sending him to the ground in a heap. The cracking thud the bat made.. when it struck his skull... it still rings in my head to this day...