who wants to watch maybe memories with me on kast, it's my first time watching it and we can just hang out :)

I think one of the saddest things I have ever realized is that the first time I was ever alone with my father, I was twelve. He and I went on a road trip together, and my mother fretted for the entire three weeks. Before I left, she encouraged me to wet the bed at night -- I hated her for this. As a twelve-year-old, it was humiliating. But now I look back on other experiences and I understand. Before I went to any sleepover, she made sure to clear that there were no men in the house. If she had somewhere to be and there was no woman that could stay with me, she would not go. Regardless of whether it was someone she generally trusted (her brother, her father, the man she married), I was not to be left alone with any man.