Choose your hard. . . Remember the day my dad left. He packed up his car and said goodbye to my sister and me. I begged him not to go. I told him I would be a good girl, and maybe he wouldn't have the leave. He got into his car a drove away. I sat on the porch sobbing, saying over and over," No, Daddy, please don't go!" until my mom picked me up and took me inside the house. I was 5 years old, and even though my father was verbally abusive and was very difficult to live around, I loved him, and it broke my heart to see him drive away and leave us. I couldn't understand why. All I knew is that I hurt, and I hated that my family was being broken. I had to testify in court against my father. My mother worried that he could not be trusted because of his violent tendencies. She wanted him to have limited visitation rights. After the divorce, my dad would make plans to pick up my sister and me, and then he wouldn't show up. I felt so sad and like he didn't l...