(I really don't care who knows the truth.)
Well the first thing I can remember would be the very worst memory I will carry for the rest of my life. It happened when I was only four years of age. My father Robert worked in the airforce. He worked loading all the heavy equipment. He was always taking the money and spending it on junk that he wanted. He wasn't a drunk or a druggy. He used to beat me and my older sister. He was a sex addict. He "couldn't keep it in his pants" as my mom says. Always buying her panties and sex toys my mom didn't want. Then one day I was in the bath and he, he forced me to wash him, and touch him. He locked the door and didn't stop until my mom thretened to call the police. I'm lucky I'm still a virgin. Well that's it for today's entry.