The Lady on the Chocolate Box

I should have been a happy teenager... W henever I walk past a particular house around the corner from where I now live ... I am thrown back in time, remembering my teenage years, when I lived in that house for protection from a boy who was stalking me and causing trouble. Growing up in a dysfunctional and sometimes hostile environment, raised by emotionally stunted parents unable to show love except from the end of a plank of wood, my sister and I were unaware that we weren't a normal fami