(Anger Notes) -3-

 John

You married my mother not me.Yet You seemed to think in marrying my mother you had the right to molest me. You didn't. You had no right. You damaged me beyond repair, following up on the job that Bridget and my grandmother started. You had a nice job, credit and a new car every year. Nice houses to live in and even money from my great aunt that I never got. You not only ruined me you ruined my life. You like all abusers couldn't be bailed out or talked out of the abuse you inflicted onme.My sister and mother didn't help in programming me to accept any abuse that was inflicted on me in their house. They didn't protect me like they should have and allowed you to do what you did as they hated and disliked me as much as you. I remember you pushing me down on your cock and me fighting back. You use an excuse like bridget. It was the fishing tournament I didn't win a prize.That was your excuse for molesting me.So many things, sao many abuses and molestations.I true do not want to remember. I don't know if you will rot in hell like bridget should as well. I don't care anymore and don't know why God didn't let me die when I should have. I wanted to die because of you. You were the victor and got everything on this battle. Your jail was of no consequence to me that was dawn and her idea to appease her guilt. I wanted you out early so you would pay for my therapy. Dawn and my mother wouldn't hear of it. Still I was a sheltered and controlled child. They didn't care about me only themselves. Anything and everything I would want or could say is buried far and deep. A distant memory I have more anger against the woman who hurt me then the men. Woman have the pussy after all. Not really sure if you are worth any words , emotions or anger anymore. Perhaps the pain is to deep and to far to even touch.