Chapter 4
It had been like this for years.
My mother and father did not have a happy relationship (would be putting it mildly). My father was seldom home for very long, until he finally left for good. I can't say whether it was my mother who drove him away, but she was very much her own woman (looking back, it was for the best that they didn't have each other to terrorize). Richard tells me that I'm a lot like her, and I hate it when he says that.
I'm thankful for everything my mother's given me, and sacrificed, but without my father in the picture, she rededicated herself to independence. She was a provider and an entrepreneur, but she stopped being a mother a long time ago.
We moved to a neighborhood in Northern California just after my parents' divorce and Becky was the first person
