 Of course, when they would separate, I would see them come back through the door maybe four or five days later, so I felt like my mother was always lying to me, giving me this false hope of peace and some joy in my life. The older and older I got, the more fights me and him started to get into because he started to be jealous of my relationship with me and my mother. That kind of tore the home apart, and I knew I had to leave.