Thinking back now at everything that I have gone through, all the pain and all the suffering. I have endured so much at the hands of the people that are supposed to care and provide for me. The pain and suffering inflicted by my father. Well, who I had always thought was my father.
But I guess it turns out he never really was.
So much of it makes sense now.
I can now understand why I have always been treated the way that I have been my whole life. The way he treated me differently. All the cruel things he has said or done. Never allow me to call him dad or father. Now I know, it’s because he wasn’t really my dad or father.
He is just a man, an evil man that was burdened with raising someone else’s child. Someone's bastard child.
I am brought back to the present by th
