The uncle I was forced to live with for the four years before joining up hadn't helped matters any. I think the fucker only took me in for the sole purpose of tormenting me for whatever slight he believed my parents guilty of.
After dealing with his special brand of care after their passing and I was left at his mercy, I'd grown a new hard shell. That s**t was titanium and nothing was ever getting through it again.
I'd locked my heart off from ever feeling anything resembling love again. It took me years to realize that that was just anger and pain from my loss. After these f***s had sledge hammered my walls and wormed their way into my good graces it was a wrap.
I laughed along with them and their silly arguments now, knowing that it was just their way of letting off steam and taking
