Words that carried me through the dark

The biggest thing for me was the fact that I did not fully remember my childhood at all until I was in my fourties until then it was a big black hole where I only remembered bits and pieces. Those pieces were only times I spent with my grandparents Martha and Bruce. They were more like parents to me. They were the ones that showed me love, encouragement, and unwavering loyalty. When I lost them my whole world shattered and a part of me died with them. The ray of hope I had died and it did not return until the woman who raised me died as well. Once she died I knew my life would get better because she could no longer invade it with her negativity, abuse, and down right nasty behavior.