Step father beat us, broke our arms, dislocated our shoulders, hit us with things that caused us to need stitches, a wonderful time was had by all. He bitched so much my mother had ulcers so bad she needed operation, she died on the operating table at 37. Then when we got home after the funeral, he told my brother and I, “ Well you finally killed your mother”. I laid awake at night thinking of ways to kill him, but my brother was ten and my sister was four.
That sunofabytch still alive.
If not I hoped he died a miserable pain filled slow death.
Some people really deserve double what they did to others.
Gawd.....
