My Grandmother was nothing but hateful and abusive toward me. When she died  I had to "fake" cry because inside I was very glad.
From 7 years old on I was alone each day for 12+ hours. I am shocked,  looking back that I was never abducted or molested. Many days were absolute fun,  because I was like a pirate-child, free to maraud my town endlessly.
 
When I was 20 I dated an New York stage actor. A few years later our romance was  a distant memory and I was watching TV with my new husband when my old actor  boyfriend popped up in a hemorrhoids treatment TV commercial.  It was hilarious,  but I had to keep it to myself, because my new husband was crazy-jealous.
I have had chronic depression all my life, but studying art in a very  serious manner has helped me enormously and I currently feel the best I ever  have.
I have a talent for writing backwards and I can imitate a barking dog, very  realistically.
Maya, age 61