FICTION

The Bridge 7 Crossed

★ Life is strange.

by Anne Marie

The inner motivations that drive a

human being vary from individual to individual.

I am a twenty-five year old Miss, weighing 120 lbs., and I stand 5'6". My measurements are 34-24-34 and I have long, well curled, black hair, yet I am a male.

I must go back to my post graduate days from high school to furnish an explanation.

During my senior year I made the all-state football and basketball teams and was offered many scholarships from colleges that sought my athletic services.

My senior year also brought a tragic disruption of our home life. My Father became an avid alcholic and started mistreating my Mother. He struck her several times.

One night I caught my Father trying to smother my Mother with a pillow and only my intervention saved her life. I was forced to beat my Father up before he would desist. My Mother took refuge in her bedroom, behind locked doors.

That night, I sat and listened as my Father verbally abused me for the first time. The things he said were most shocking and had absolutely no foundation in truth. Yet his remarks took their toll. His tongue lashing caught me completely off guard and upset me a great deal.

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