Growing up hasn't been a walk in the park. In many parts of my childhood I have experienced rejection, failure and heartbreak. Before I was born, my father blatantly told my mother not to bother to call when she went into labor. He did not care about the child that was being brought into the world on Aug. 1, 1997. Since the day I understood that I was not truly cherished by the man who should have loved me unconditionally, I have...