When I was around 15 my mom told me she and this ugly pyschotic woman who she was friends with were in fact lovers. Later on this woman cut my mother’s neck with a boxcutter, but she lived. This is just one of many crazy things my mom has been involved in and that I have been affected by that I’m too embarrased to tell anyone about. All of my friends seem to have led “wholesome” lives and I fear they would think less of me if I told them this stuff.