It was a hard pill to swallow and realize that the world owed me nothing for the pain and suffering it had put me through. I had to accept my cards and do the best that I could with them. I understood that for me there was nothing crueler, more heartbreaking than discovering that the person who gave birth to me was the villain of my story, that I could try to search for all the adjectives in every language on this globe yet find none that could ever be able to describe the pain and agony I felt growing up being abused by the very people that were supposed to love and protect me, it was awful to grow up in a loveless household, and it was on that beautiful summer day that I finally admitted that for people like me, winter always lingers