Is It Only Me Or Are We All Crazy?

I am an only child of a divorced marriage whose earliest memories were of complete and agonizing, ENVY. Envying being old at the age of 3 is not normal. The freedom of adulthood became both coveted and tragically out of reach from the moment I was able to comprehend speech. Shortly after, I became very aware of my role; be as silent as a house slave; observe, speak only when spoken to, and maybe, if I was lucky, learn a little. Like the Karate Kid, I spent most of my childhood waxing-on and...