Life is highly overrated. In fact probably the greatest act of abuse a person could bring upon a child is that of forcing its entry into this horrid world. That my son hates me is just compensation. My daughter died before her time. That is a well deserved act of vengeance upon me for the injustice I served her.

How could I not feel this way? Every day for 42 years I have had a lousy, sometimes hellish existence punctuated only by the briefest moments of happiness. Moments that only served to show me how bad my life was.

Then my reward for this suffering was to be exiled. Sorry if the pain becomes too great, I will do what i must.