Is this thread for real Anthony. I thought of something more I could add and then realized if I post this, everyone here is going to think I'm a shit'bum or A'hole or something. None of which is true. Truth is I've been very ill, helpless, alone and felt despairing much of my life, and from a very early age. None of the shit that I did would I do now, or have for many, many years. And, most of it I still loathe myself for.

I had nobody, and little to nothing and though this doesn't make for an excuse it's certainly explains much to me. I grew up in a town of wealth. Most everyone had, Mom's and Dad's and families, homes, and money, cars and love and resources and material galore. My 1st real boyfriend, I had him pull up in front of someone else's home as I had said I lived there...I went up their stairs and shot through their yard and thru the woods to get to where I lived. I was so damn ashamed.

O.K. here it goes, this sucks.

I sometimes encouraged my mother and helped her rip off the Salvation Army dumpsters. She drive up, late at night, and at age 9, 10, 11, I'd be responsible for jumping out of the car, running up to it and claiming 3, 4 bags for our family.

And, I grew up through my teens to be less than honest until my early 20's. -yuck