And all those used up cliches....well, they've worn off in the wind.

It's quite strange to think that the guy downstairs, who I can have a really cool conversation with, is the same guy who used to beat the shit out of me when I was a child; with a slipper, a stick, his belt or whatever else was within arms reach.
The pain that he inflicted upon me was soon forgotten. Broken and bruised skin heals.
And even though the mental scars will never heal, he tought me one of the most important lessons of my life; how not to be a parent.