![]() It was eerie because I could tell he was pissed, but his voice never changed. He came in and just started talking in this soft voice. I remember that toys were all over the floor, and laundry was all over the place, too, because I was trying to catch up. “One day, he came home, and the living room was a mess because my girl was fussy. I was so caught up in the move and getting Trix situated that I just didn’t see it coming.” I shook my head. ![]() Everything set him off, but I just figured it was shit with his new job. I’m not sure why, but he started getting pissed all the time. “He finally got a job up in Portland, so we moved up there. Just give him the story-no exaggerations, no emotion. It was weird, but I really didn’t care, ya know? ’Cause I had Trix taking up all of my energy.” He rarely came to see her even though he didn’t have a job and spent all day doing nothing. I rarely saw him, and we never saw his parents. After she was born, I spent the first two months with her in the hospital. ![]() She was early, and there were all these problems. “Anyway, we finished up college, and then lived with his parents when Trix was born. ![]()
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