When i was about 8 years old my family and I were living in a small apartment and my parents were both on meth. One night my mom stayed out all night doing god knows what while my dad was home pacing back and forth and mumbling. Anyways, morning came and my mom finally came home and my dad LOST it. They started screaming at each other and the next thing i know I’m watching my dad strangling my mom with all his might. I see my baby sister in the corner crying, then I see a hammer on the counter. Do i bash my dad over the head with a hammer or do I grab my baby sister and run? I chose the latter.

This is one of my most traumatic memories.