Today we delve into a memory that popped into my head for one reason or another. I was thinking about how to improve things once the new year started and this little gem popped up. 

My mother tried to gaslight me into believing my father died in the Oklahoma City Bombing simply because she was so full of hate for the man that she had to tear him down in front of me.

Granted, I was already replaced by my father with another son, but that is okay.