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Present Day Lucy It seems like these days, all I think about is how I ended up where I am today. Every story, whether it starts off good, bad, funny or sad ends in me going back to that dreadful night when my already messed up life got shaken to the core. Looking back, there were so many signs I missed that would've led me right to the conclusion that my mother was unstable. I've refused to believe or even acknowledge those signs until now, when I have no choice but to acknowledge them. My father's death was no accident. Whether it was planned or not, I still don't know. He was a terrible husband and a lousy father, but after their divorce, I thought my mom would start to be happy again, like she used to be when I was a kid. I thought things would change, and I guess they did. A lot.