I definitely felt like I left a large section of that "home" back in Minnesota though. The friends that I met were few and far between and there wasn't much for my heart to truly grasp to. I was involving myself with a group of people who wanted nothing more in life then to be intoxicated. I made hundreds of poor, codependent decisions that would require much more then a page to go into detail about. Living with my father was something that built a lot of character. He was deep in his own depression and compulsive gambling and I was willing and ready to do whatever it took to bail him out. I thought I could fix a problem even though I had no idea what the actual problem was.
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