Dad’s taunting did not lessen one bit after Mom’s death. It actually only got worse. Plus he remarried a month after his wife died to his disgusting lover.

I wasn’t invited to the wedding. I wouldn’t have gone anyway.

And once “Jan” moved in I realized why he liked her so much: they had identical tastes. So if my dad enjoyed taunting me, that meant Jan did too.

Their favorite was when they blamed me for my mom’s death. They always said that if I wouldn’t have told her, she would’ve never known, but I had to be the fat spoiled brat and tell on them.

And I slowly began to believe their every word.

After all, wouldn’t my daddy know best?