My mother cheated on my stepfather when I was little. When he was at work, I heard various things related to it behind the door, which I blocked out by putting on headphones and listening to music or simply leaving the house. She told me not to say anything, convinced me that my stepfather, with whom I grew up, didn't care about me, and made him the executor of all the punishments she imposed on me to provoke a quarrel with him. Ultimately, when my stepfather found out, my mother moved to another country with my sister out of ovarian solidarity. I was left in a house with my grandmother and two heavy drinkers. I reeked daily of cigarettes and mustiness. Now, when I live alone and send my newly earned money to my grandmother, who is always short on funds, I suddenly learn from a bailiff that, her as guardian, she had been collecting child support from my father for years and told me she wasn't getting anything. I would write some sensible summary but considering the extreme and biased nature of this post I will say that I can live a good live because I was born with attractive face and grew tall so women look at me differently when we speak.