At 18 My Dad Told Me to Leave and Gave My Room to My Sister

and family friends that I had run off with a boyfriend, that I’d chosen the streets. A version so clean and simple that nobody had to feel guilty, nobody had to ask questions, and nobody did. My father backed it up with his own additions. According to Gerald Bennett, I’d had a drug problem. They’d tried everything. Nothing worked. I chose to leave.continue reading …