Think just about everyone has a monster in their closet. When I was just seven years old my mom married this guy. He was at first take to to the ball game sort of dude. Then one day the belittling started your retarded your stupid not long after that the belt came out as a whip, then the smacking more name calling. After that about twelve the fist came flying as if a twelve-year-old could compete with a grown man's fist. I finally left home at sixteen shortly after my stepfather punched me in the face and broke my nose. I had spent many years trying to kill the pain and heal the scars he had left me with. Drank until I was blind drunk on many occasions. Then alcohol was not enough pills and pot never tried anything hard like coke or heroin it had crossed my mind a time or two. Never could keep a relationship very long. Think I was very self-destructive back then. I am almost fifty now have never been married. I have been sober for seven years. I have got my life in order own a house two great kids that tell me they love me without provocation tons of animals. The sadness I had felt most of my youth and young adult life are but a distant memory my kids and I laugh with each other just about every day. Next time you that you go to call someone stupid or be mean change it into something positive.