:claps: Hi everyone, magicbus here. My son just found this site for me last night, thank god. I still can't defend myself well yet, but i'd kick ass for all of you in a second. My life, as all of yours, has been a living hell since birth. My sisters and I grew up in daily fear of which horror was going to happen to us each day from my father. It would be his choice of a beating or two, a forced sexual act with us, killing one of our pets while we watch and he laughs with glee, burning us with cigars, pulling us up the stairs just to throw us down, strangling us just to the point of blacking out, calling us every filthy name ever heard while telling us how much he didn't want us, forcing us to lie about our bruises or we'd get it worse, making us eat things I won't get into, locking us up in rooms, making us bathe while he'd watch every time, sneaking outside our windows at night with a disguise and flashlight then tell us there are escaped convicts out there to rape us when we went outside, made my mother make stews out of our pet rabbits and make us eat them, and on and on. Things no one would believe.

The only places we we allowed to go were to his brothers homes who were as sick as him to their kidsso we never saw normal family life. Back in those days the police did nothing because a man ruled his own household his way unless they saw it happenning. Due to this childhood, I grew into adulthood, making the same familiar choices i knew to be. These mistakes in return would cause my children to go through my pain also and were deprived of the happiness they should have had. Atleast they both say they knew how much i loved them and that i tried to keep them #1 in my life to the point of dying for them if i had to.

I was a successful home owner, salon owner, had a nice car i worked so hard for, a good name, then i fell for the wrong man again who was on drugs without me knowing it and began to steal everything i owned. He took it all and the banks took the rest. I was alone, him in jail and me back to $0 after all those years of workand trying to put my kids through school. I had spent my whole life covering my pain through humor until this last rip off. In 1998. I no longer could keep it together and lost not only my physical belongings, but i lost my mind. I had a severe nervous breakdown, was totally suicidal, had shock treatments, couldn't eat, walk or talk, for years. I am now 53, live alone, have a small supportive family i love. I have gotten somewhat better with meds and weekly councelling. I can't say i'm happy but i can still laugh occasionally. I want to know if any of you have found the secret of true happiness. In my eyes, you are the true heroes in this world.