When I was a little girl I used to think my parents were invincible. They were there to protect me, teach me, and help me grow. As a child I was what could only be referred to as goody-two-shoes, the apple of my daddy’s eye, the memories I have from then are brilliant and give me so much comfort. When I started to grow as a teenager I started to change, I became…well…a bitch. I hated the rules, I fought my mother at every opportunity and consistently put my dad in the middle, and you know wha...