My parents, a divorced mother of three and a married father of four, were arrested in 1990, charged with murder and attempted murder.
It was a cold, dark day in 1989.
My mother, the one who died in the shooting, was found in her apartment, her head covered in a pillowcase and her legs bound.
My father, who was also charged with the murder, was never charged, and never saw the inside of a courtroom.
My mother’s boyfriend, Richard “Randy” Martin, was the one to kill her.
They had just met, and when my mother got home from work, she found Richard and my father dead.
I’m not going to get into the details of the trial, but I will tell you that my mother was very, very scared.
She didn’t have any money, she had no friends, and she had just gotten out of prison.
My grandmother and I were in the same neighborhood.
My grandfather, who had worked in the textile industry, had also been in jail.
I remember that we sat on the front porch of my house one day and my grandmother started crying and said, “Rudy, my granddaughter is dead.”
The next day, she showed me a photo of my grandmother’s body, with the bullet holes in her chest.
That’s when I started to cry.
I’m not sure how I got that memory, or if I remember at all.
I was in my late teens at the time, and my parents divorced when I was born.
My parents split up and Richard moved in with my mom, and they got married.
My dad was the kind of person that could go out and have fun and make people happy, and Richard was the opposite.
He had no time for anyone, so my parents thought they should get divorced.
I think my parents didn’t want to see each other again.
My mom and dad had been having an affair for years, and after my mom got out of jail and was released from jail, Richard went to live with my grandmother.
He took my grandfather’s car, and we moved in together.
It’s been a long time since I’ve seen Richard, but one day, I’m in my bedroom when I hear his voice coming from my bedroom.
I hear him calling me, “Mommy, what are you doing?”
I don’t know what to say, so I start crying.
That was the first time I saw him.
Richard was an adult at that time, so he wasn’t in any kind of trouble.
We were very close.
I always thought he was a very kind, loving man, and he had a good heart.
He was my best friend and my mentor.
My grandma always thought I was stupid for trying to do drugs.
I tried to keep my head down and do whatever I was told.
My stepfather also had an affair with Richard.
It didn’t work out.
Richard became the father of two daughters, and while my mother’s husband was in jail for the murders, my father had a falling out with my mother.
He also started having an obsession with my father.
He didn’t believe that my father could be innocent, so when he was in prison for the murder of my mom and my stepfather, he began having sexual relations with my stepmother.
My daughter had a different experience, and had an abortion, and her mother told me that she had seen my mother having sex with my dad.
When I told my mother, she told me, because she was afraid of what my mother might say to me about my father’s involvement in the murders.
My whole life, my mother kept me very close to her.
I’ve had to work hard to keep her from seeing me, and to keep me from thinking that she’s going to go crazy over my father and my mother is going to kill my father, so she doesn’t ever talk to me anymore.
I also had to learn to deal with my own demons, and that’s how my mother handled it.
I never went to school, but my mother would bring me books to read, and would read to me.
My sisters and I would read a lot to her, and at the same time, she would read her own stories.
She would say to my mother and me, sometimes when she was reading, she’d say, “You’re so beautiful, your eyes are so beautiful.”
That’s how she saw me.
She said that she loved me, that she knew I was beautiful.
She told my mom about all the things that she did, but she didn’t tell me that my daddy had committed crimes, because I was too young.
I had an abusive relationship with my brother and sister, and the abuse was so intense, that my sister was pregnant at the age of 14. My
