Peace to you Annie. (ANTHONY)
A Life that is Blessed by God’s Mercy and Grace…..
My first memory was at about the age of 3, hiding under the bed because my birth Mother who was an Alcoholic use to belt me when she came home from the Hotel, I was very frightened of her, she use to pull my hair, kick and hit me, why she did this I was never sure but I think it was because my father wouldn’t marry her, I was the result of her having an affair with him, sadly I suffered nightmares for many years as a child because of her abuse.
My brother John, I called him Johnny, was two years older than me, I haven’t seen him since I was 5 years old although I have tried many times to find him, he use try to protect me as best he could but he wasn’t strong enough. At other times when my mother wasn’t drunk…
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