The Mental Illness Happy Hour

Yat, i was good didn't make for healthy relationships. My stepfather had a lot of problems his childhood. He hated me, i would say. So at one point, when they were planning to move, i said, why don't i stay here? And i was going to live with my friend who lived across the street. She was being raised by a single mam. They lived in a big house. The mam was more than happy to take me in for the last two years at high school. I like leaving the host of the mental illness happy hour speechless.