I was originally just going to say "Sparky" was my daddy but this really is a great thread, Fiend.

When I was around 4-5 I remember a couple of times where my parents "pretended" to leave me in a department store and once in a park (I think). They hid somewhere and left me there to cry until my crying got so bad I couldn't breathe, then they would come out and tell me they were "just kidding" and then go on to buy me stuff to "make it better". I could never be pretty enough, thin enough, for mom or smart enough for dad. When I was 17 my dad died, which to me is STILL the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I couldn’t stand my slutty mom so I moved in with my current boyfriend.

I have a reoccurring dream of a fair with filled with rides and a funhouse with mirrors. I’m usually running from something or trying to get out. Sometimes I’m running from zombies but not always. I suppose it all goes back to those times my parents "left" me and never being good enough. I think it might also be the reason I am so afraid of being alone.