Welcome To the Shit Show That Is My Life: Who Has the Toilet Paper?

We were stopped at a red light. The police station was across the street. We were almost there; to safety. Before the light could turn green he found us. He pulled up behind us and jumped out of his van. We didn't see him until it was too late, until he was already at the driver side window. Before either of us could react, the fist came through the window.

So, how did we end up here? Well, that story starts over thirty years ago, when I was a young girl.


Everyday for 30 years, I thought ab...