The first thing i can remember happening was the loss of my name. Granddaddy never did call me by the name my parents gave me. When he was fairly happy with me he called me Livy. His mother's name was Olivia. i don't know what possessed him to give me a nickname that made him think of her. But, on good days i was Livy.On bad days, i had no name. He would refer to me only as cunt. Apparently this was a standard operating procedure for him, because neither of my sisters can even bear to hear that word now. i think, for him, it made me somehow less than human.Soon, i came to see that cunt was the lowest, vilest of creatures. And that was me.
