Although my life is what I personally consider pretty darned great right now, my life growing up was totally the opposite. However, things were fantastic until I was 7, that is when my dad was killed in a train wreck and life just went downhill from there. My mom ended up meeting nothing but deadbeats and creeps afterwards and, unfortunately, one of them moved in with us (oh, he was nice to begin with) for nine long years, giving us nothing but a whole lot of grief, abuse, alcoholism and despair. I would never, ever want to do it over again and I wouldn't wish a life like that on even my own worst enemy. I'm just glad it's now over; mom booted the beast out, moved on with her life (as did all of us kids) and we are all that much better for it.