Until the past year, I had always maintained and believed that I had never even met my father. It was at the point where I started recovering memories of being kidnapped by my uncle that I started digging and found out up to the age of 4 I was regularly visiting and being visited by my divorced dad. Shortly after being told that, I realized who he was. He was the big bald guy who fondled me in the bed and the bathtub. I feel very betrayed. Whom can I trust? Those who were supposed to protect me at my most vulnerable betrayed me and used me for his own pleasure. I really resisted giving my children baths and putting them to bed. It scared the hell out of me.
God grant me
The Serenity to accept the things I cannot change,
The Courage to change the things I can,
And the Wisdom to know the difference.