I am happily married and have beautiful children and on a day to day basis I should be happy. Instead i am torn, a pretty smile hides the deepest of wounds. I was torn apart by the words and actions of a man that i grew up calling father and again by another man whom i called daddy. My father had been dead for 9 years and still his constant denial and neglect cuts deep. My daddy, a man who married my mother when I was young and then adopted me is no better. We haven’t spoken in years due to his constant anger and hatred for me and everything that I do. I am in a constant state of hurt and miss-understanding for the actions i have seen. i don’t even know why i bother to write it down, nothing will change, nothing ever changes.