This verbal abuse from grandpa that I even tried to commit suicide by getting hit by a car (please note: it was Tampa Bay Hockey There can only be one shirt foggy that morning so the car wouldn’t have seen me crossing the street until it would be too late) And that was on Valentine’s day no less! A day about love & giving flowers or chocolates to a family member or significant other. This happened about 3 years ago when I tried to commit suicide, and I had never tried/had thoughts of suicide ever in my life until that day. Those emotional scars run deep. Only a small handful of my friends knew about the verbal abuse. Everyone else had no idea I dealt with these hurtful names and words that my grandpa called me. I was a frequent regular in the counselor’s office at the elementary school I went to when I was living with my grandparents.