Being thirsty after my band concert in 7th grade. My mom went through the drive thru at burger king and hit a pole with the side of her truck. My father screamed and punished me for being thirsty. Screamed he hoped the soda was worth it. Damage was just a dent on the side of the truck. I wasn’t the driver, not old enough to drive, and it was an accident.

I’m an adult and in therapy. It was always like this growing up.