I grew up in a little bit of a broken home.
Take a look at my family, a different father every weekend.
When I was ten, I went to seven schools in one year in Nova Scotia. Me and my mum moved there so that I could be closer to my dad, who is an ice-truck driver, but it didn't work out.
I am concerned for the security of our great Nation; not so much because of any threat from without, but because of the insidious forces working from within.
The system of Terror now proscribed throughout the French Republic cannot for one moment be tolerated in our little country without destroying it forever. Our system of government, our domestic circumstances and our dealings in commerce are all too sensitive to survive a repetition of these scenes of violence.
My father was a CPA. He worked hard in the aircraft industry, and would come home more and more infrequently. He was about to leave my mother, which he did when I was 15.
When I was 16, we get kicked out of our house because my mother and my father were separated, so we didn't have money to pay. We got kicked out and had to live with my grandmother, sleeping in the living room, for many years.
When I was about eight, my mom started disappearing for days at a time, probably with one of the guys she was dating. There would be no food.
I've lived in 11 states, but I'm not an Army brat. My father couldn't hold a job, so every six months, we'd move.
If women have young children, they are one man away from welfare.
