I grew pretty tired of the uninspired cabbage, potatoes, bread, carrots, peas, beans, broccoli, beets, and turnips that constitued the bulk of my diet in their household.
By the time I was performing free labor for The Church, I knew I wanted to get away from the Grendels the instant I could and stay away forever.
They were never real parents to me.
Just a couple of insensitive, cruel, basically selfish, and weird nut jobs. A more boring, smug, and self-righteous pair of insufferable twits you could not imagine. As such, they fit well with the rest of the bizarro fellowship, which included others just like them, and represented in miniature what is wrong with humanity as a whole.
My worst moment with them occurred when I was fourteen. Ellie Mae discovered a bunch of girlie mags in my r
