Introduction to Through My Eyes

I've never been entirely certain as to where I would begin if I ever decided to revisit the horrors of my life. Do I dig up the pain from before I could remember, or do I start with what I remember bits and pieces of? Who can I trust with the information once I've figured out the right order? Is there a way to do it painlessly, or is it going to be a terrifying, arduous journey of insanity and pain? Is there a way to convey that there were good times as well as bad, without manipulating the reader into believing that there were ever truly happy times? Each happy memory, each piece of bliss, each morsel of cheer was laced with poisonous, pestilential pain. Freedom came with each Summer spent with my dear father, who for the first several years of my life was my hero, my knight in shining armor. The pain there was subtle, in his vicious vixen of a wife, who hated me worse than dog shit spread over her favorite blouse. Mother knew well that I loved him far more than I ever loved her, I never tried to hide it. I see now that it was because he spoiled me, treated me like a princess, and she treated me like something you might scrape off of the bottom of a hiking boot. But alas, even the blissful Summers with their hidden pain came to their end in time. In time, he no longer treated me like a princess, and he was far from my knight in shining armor. In time, I came to hate him, as well. There are reasons behind all feelings that will be explained throughout the story about to be told, and many of them are not pretty. For the faint of heart: if you choose to stop now, I will completely understand. For those of you who will stick it out to the end, let me tell you the story Through My Eyes.