My mother was an English professor. When I was 16, I started dating one of her students. He was a senior, he was 21 years old. And he asked me to marry him. And I said yes. Because I wanted to get away from my mother. She found out and she told me that if I didn't stop seeing him, that she would have him kicked out of college. And I told her that I was moving out. She was half way through a bottle of vodka and she dropped it. It shattered all over the floor. And then she picked up the jagged edge of the bottle and...and she came at me, screaming, 'I'll never let anyone else have you.' And so I kicked her, hard. And then I kicked her again. And she went flying across the room, into the wall. And she slid down to the floor. I'd never hurt her before. I ran out. I was so afraid...
What would you do if one of them got into trouble? You'd help them. It was my job to raise Kevin right - I failed. I won't fail him again. So don't ask me to betray him, because I never will.
