Well, Unhappyguy, starting at or before I was 9 months old I have been serverly physically abused by my stepfather. My mom knew it was happening but did nothing to stop it and to this day she basically denies it ever happened. I know that I've had to stay home from elemantary school because the proof was on my face.

Then just about two years ago I walked in on my "best friend" kissing my then 14 year old son. I found out that it was going on right under my nose for 3 years. She lived only 4 houses away from us. I thought I could trust her. I mean we did foster care together, she had all her clearances, why woundn't I be able to trust her with my children? What makes it so hard to deal with is her attempts to get at my son has also taken place in my own house and I am reminded of it every single day. I cannot escape it. We can't move, my husband has residency requirements for being a city career firefighter. It's not the "dream" I had for my kids. I resent living her I absolutely hate it. But in the same respect I want to support my husbands dream career.

Oh my I've been really going on here. Sorry it's so long winded but once I get started on it I tend to not stop.