My grandfather had a fear and loathing of women. Grown women. His mother must have been some sort of demon straight from hell. To make a long story short, he was horribly abused as a child and grew up with a fear of grown women and a disgust and loathing for all things female. He married a very young woman, my grandmother was 14, and produced five children. Four girls, and one boy. That boy was my father. In his turn, my father had three girls. It is vehemently denied by most of the family, but my sisters and i believe that my grandfather at least molested every female member of the family. At worst, he may have treated some of them the way he did me.The reason things went so horribly for me is that i was mostly alone with him. When i was born (a story in itself, which i will tell later) my mother had a nervous collapse. i was packed off to live with my paternal grandparents. My grandmother was in poor health, and thus much of my care fell to my grandfather. No one came to check what happened to the tiny girl left in the hands of a man twisted with hatred. And, so... quite a lot did.
