When you have been physically and mentally abused, you start to wonder why you were ever born. The one person you expect to be there to stop you from anymore abuse, really had no idea the person she married was also going to draw someone else to her bedroom. Funny thing about it is, when it came to strangers who liked me, her radar was as keen and as sharp as it should be. Perhaps, to the point where she was being overally protective. When someone wanted to teach me how to play golf, he was gay...whatever that meant. When someone wanted to help me improve my hand and eye coordination trying to hit baseballs, he was gay. But when dad asked if it was okay for me to wash his back, that was okay? I'd love to say something like what was she raised on a farm...she was. So that's out. So why would a kid want to wash his father's back? Certainly not for quality time! Gentle reader, please don't throw this book in shock and horror. And be patient with m...
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