Home I pull in my driveway, park the car, and walk towards my house. I can already hear the yelling as I approach the door. I let out a heavy sigh as I enter the one place I dread more than anywhere else, home. Home was not always a place that I hated to be. When I was a little girl I stayed ...

The complicated story of mine, as any good story, shows love and the problems that occur with it in my life. My story focus's on love, however. The kind of guy I am is a companionate romantic type, who falls in love and can hit the ground harder then a 5-ton weight. When I was but a boy, fairly...