When I was young my dad would sit me in a chair and yell! After awhile I would feel numb from the neck down.

During the week I am a responsible business manager. On weekends I go to a swinger nudist camp where men watch me do their wives. Man, I love summer!

My youngest memories are of my dad beating my mom. My teen years I was teased for being fat. I abused drugs and divorced. I have been depressed all my life.

He raised me, abused me, I called him Dad. Ten yrs ago you tell me different, but it's too late, my real father is dead, without ever knowing about me. So sad..

Why didnt my parents love me, and then the war,I have no friends. I hate life.