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I don't have many good memories of my mother and adoptive father being together.  I just remember the fighting, anger, and then the crying.  My mother was taking me to school (which was odd, i don't remember her taking me to school very often), but her and my adoptive father were in the house fighting as i sat in the car.  It must have been cold because i decided to be helpful and use a rock to scrap the ice off the windows.  WOW, my mother was so angry when she had seen what i had done.  She went off on me, asking me if i had EVER seen anyone use a rock to scrape the ice off a windshield.  I was so upset, i had tried to do something helpful and wanted her to be proud of me and take notice.  I felt like such an idiot.