This is a photo of the home I grew up in. It’s a picture of the outside of the house but it’s the place where a lot of bad things happened. I got abused by my dad in this house. Reminds me of an unhappy childhood. It doesn’t matter where it is just because it is, doesn’t always mean it is a happy place. I guess it is just having a messed up parent is why things were just that way. Him being that way just brought the rest of the family down. He abused both me and my brother. I guess he was dealing with his own mental illness and there wasn’t any help for him and he took it out on us.