Being a parent is pretty awesome. Raising a child, getting to mold them and watch them grow can be immensely satisfying, if it’s your bag. My daughter is just over a year old, and while it hasn’t been easy, it has been incredibly rewarding.
But that’s boring, let’s get negative.
I’ve grown up consuming violent media. I was watching gory action movies from a young age, and never shied away from a game of Mortal Kombat despite RPGs being more my speed. I learned to tell the difference between the fake violence and real life early, so violent media never bothered me. You would expect that to change after going through a murder in the family, but something entirely different has happened instead.
Yeah, it’s gonna be one of those posts.
I was fourteen when my brother left home. He left a mother whose world was shattered, and a little brother with no direction to find his own way. He also left a mess of cords behind our entertainment center.