It seems the home is not where the heart is always. It seems the home can be a ghetto a prison a dungeon a place of perversion and despair.
Not my idea of what a "home" should be but then I grew up in a "good" home with a loving father and mother and I was never subjected to any depravity of any sort. My father did not order us to obey him. Did your father ORDER you to obey and do as he said OR ELSE? Did you live in fear 24/7 until you were old to escape the monster?
