A short time ago I sat down with my stepfather and talked to him for hours, it was the first time in over thirty years. It was shortly after my mother died and began at the reading of her will. I hadn't seen him in twenty two years and when he insisted we talk I refused at first but finally agreed to go back to the house I grew up in. He is 78 years old now and I no longer have any fear of him although I still loath his exsistence. I was only 2 or 3 when he and my mother married and was taken advantage of and humiliated by him up until I was 16. Only then do I think my mother finally realized how he was … Read entire article »