1.) My parents getting divorced...I remember they were still married and my dad was put into a dorm on base, because my mother said the fights were becoming physical (when they weren't)...and she had a guy over...my dad drove by the house (he was working night patrol as a cop) and he walked around to the back of the house and saw my mom playing uno at 3 in the morning with her "boyfriend"...he called her up and asked her what she was doing...she said..."you woke me up..I was sleeping..."...my dad said that's odd..."then why are all the lights on in the house except for Taylors room? I'm hoping she's asleep at the hour in the morning...only be 9 and all that!"...I then remember hearing banging on the door up in my room...I walked down the steps and went to open the door but my mother threw me into the kitchen...and held me up to the window so my dad could see my frightened face...my mother called the my dad's First Sergeant and Commanders...they came out there...they made her let them and my father in...I remember seeing my dad cut up the credit cards and check book...but since my mom had me, they said he had to leave her with some money...so he left her with a debit card...smart...not...I remember after they left my mom talking quitely but quickly to me telling me to go pack my favorite toys and clothes...and we left...I remember staying in a Victom's Advocate hotel and I didn't see my dad for 12 days..after that...my dad has had phyiscal joint custody of me since then...
2.) I remember one time my father was overseas in Sadi Arabia for the Air Force...I was in a 3 story apartment with my mother...and I had a friend stay the night there with me...we were on the 2nd story...my room was all the way in the back corner of the apartment and the building...me and my friend were back there hanging out...well my mom was cooking, and drinking, and she came in and said she was going to go pick up her boyfriend on the other end of town...about 20 to 30 minutes away...well...about 2 to 3 minutes after she left, the smoke detector went off...usually when my mother cooks, it goes off...she doesn't know that food is done before that particular goes off...well...I got up and went out to the kitchen...which was next to the living room in a sense...I remember looking in there and seeing nothing...I saw the pots and dirty dishes in the sink, the beer bottles in the trash...but nothing out of the ordinary...but something caught my eye in the living room...my mother had lit some candles in a wine basket which was on and in-table which was directly by the couch...the couch was blazing with fire...the table was burning...everything...the couch was right next to the door...I screamed for my friend...she came...and we both ran to the door...and got out it before the fire reached that end of the couch...I ran upstairs...because I remember another one of my mom's boyfriends lived up there...of course it's Saturday night...he wasn't home...I was beating on the door...well on the opposite side of the apartment building on the 3rd floor, where I was...was the land-owners apartment...he heard my frantic screaming, and hoarse voice by now...and his wife came running out to see what the matter was...I was in a shock state and she looked at me and told me to calm down...I was terrified...but I said fire in my mom's apartment...all this happened really fast, but not when you're typing it
...her husband ran up to us right when I said that and ran downstairs...he knew my mother...and me...for there had just been a few tornadoes earlier that same night... 
and everyone was down in the basement...but his wife ran in the apartment and called 9-1-1...they came and her husband went down to try and fight the fire...my friend and I were taken outside...my mother told my dad and everyone else that she saw the fire trucks responding as she drove on the opposite side of the highway to get to the other side of town...she got there about 10 minutes later...everyone was outside...she saw her furniture that was in the living room outside, she saw that all the lights were on in her apartment, and she saw the patio door and everything was open...then she saw me and my friend outside...she had been drinking...so she knew she was in trouble alone for that...with driving and all...she got out and ran up to us to see if everything was alright...they explained to her what happened...she got in trouble...and my dad was immediately flown home 2 days later (takes that long to get from where he was to North Dakota)...and he was livid...he was pissed beyond belief...he let her have it...I remember him screaming at her and hearing her crying..she deserved it though...what kind of idiot leaves a candle burning in a basket, ontop of a wood table, by a cloth couch?...that idiot...was my mother...
Anything horrible you care to share
.......so one day we ran into the room and that girl slammed the door shut (i still remember her name too 
) and my brother got his finger caught...she held the door for like 10 seconds and then later someone opened the door and my brother was crying (obviously) and my dad was PISSED 
i remember he was like it's just your brother you guys can all play together...etc.... and everytime i tried to fuckin talk he would slap me 
i remember crying really bad that night cause i've never been abused or hit a lot 
sad really, but I just don't 
idk
