This is not the house I grew up in. This house is in the neighborhood I live in now. It looks exactly like the house I was in the longest in my childhood. The houses I grew up in were what I call the scenes of the crimes. For some reason my father was attracted to infants and children so each house I lived in started out very nicely but quickly turned bad for me when I was molested in each house. My parents and more so my mother had many places that I and my siblings would go to over the years. There were many wedding dances, church picnics, parks and lakes and water-skiing, and camping and family gatherings. There were very large gatherings at Christmas time and from any persons point of view if you saw all that was presented to me and my siblings you would think that we had it made! Such generosity of activities and many sacrifices to make all that happen! Some of us had it made but I was not one of those lucky ones. The main foundation of your life is where you live. If you have been violated in a building and forced to live in the place of many violations, that crushes you. You really do not form a bond with siblings and certainly not your parents as one is violating you and the other trusts her husband explicitly!
At least I have those memories and snippets of relaxation so I try to focus on that part of my past memories. I have to move beyond the major stresses that living in poisoned houses left me with and focus on the memories away from the poisoned houses.