For as long as I can remember, my mother, Janice, has been bringing men home. When I was younger I just got used to strange men being at the breakfast table, and then never seeing them again. They were her “friends.” They called me every variation of buddy, guy, pal, sport, champ, etc. Everything but my name. My babysitter always had me asleep by 9PM, so I never heard them come in or what happened after. As I got older I started hearing and seeing things that completely changed how I ...