Looking back, I can see how this affected me. We grew up on Staten Island where most families were normal, BUT NOT US AND DEFINITELY NOT ME!Īs my father climbed the ranks, he also spent more time out of the house. My mom was a stay-at-home mom and my dad, well let's just say he was a real life "goodfella”, a mob boss, so our home life was unique back in the 70. My family's lifestyle wasn't of the average person. This disconnect made me crave acceptance and for them to love me, but it also made me feel like there was something wrong with me. My younger sister (by 3 1/2 years) also didn't like me and on another occasion, tried to stab me with a butter knife. She tied a red, white, and blue jump rope around my throat and was going to hoist me but was stopped by my mother. She had a huge resentment towards me so much so, that when I was 6, she decided she was going to try and hang me. I share that because the attention I received was insurmountable compared to my older sister (older by 8 1/2 yrs.). To this day, my parents never found out what the cause was. I was 1 of 3 girls and as a baby, I suffered from high fevers where I had to receive a couple of spinal taps. To give you a brief look into my past addiction, I’ll start by telling you it didn’t start with drugs! My story starts with my relationship with and the attention from my parents. My name is Renee Graziano, and my journey has had many sharp rights and plenty of lefts, making it one chaotic ride! However, today I am on a road that is wide open, and I am now able to see all the beautiful stops along the way.
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