Just My Personal Opinion, Of Course...

I dealt  with it by withdrawing even more into the fantasy world I had developed in my head. 1923 - The day my mother died, I went to bed with a knife, and he never bothered me again... Learned from her relative... Born 1965 8 years old - I remember my Pop as a quiet man, withdrawn even, and the smell of the smoke from his pipe clung to him like a second skin. He would sit with the radio held up against his ear listening to the horse and dog races for hours. When I think of my Pop, I automatically think of the bathroom  in his house in Perth...My brother and I would be at the house to visit our grandparents, but I don't know where my Nana or mother would be...My brother and I would be taken into that bathroom, and that was where the main abuse occurred. Sometimes we would be put in a few inches of water, and I clearly remember sitting in the water with it getting cold and getting goose bumps whilst my brother was being sexually abused. Sometimes I would get out o...

http://www.dreamstime.com/l "Every person has a moment in their lives when things change, destiny takes over and their lives veer down a road they’d never expected, and maybe didn’t even know existed.   That moment came for me on the day I learned that Lucas Hain, billionaire entrepreneur and pharmaceutical whiz kid, had decided that he wanted to interview me for an executive assistant position he’d been looking to fill.  "I didn’t feel like billionaire-executive-assistant material.   Common sense suggested he’d be looking for someone polished and sophisticated, a classy woman used to moving and shaking in a rarified atmosphere; and I was anything but.   I lived in a tiny low-rent apartment I’d inherited in Waybridge and worked as a researcher for a local public defender’s office.    "When one of my friends in the public defender’s office, a lawyer by the name of Julia Brown who’d taken a shine to me, told me about the position and suggested I ...