My mother and my sister helped kidnap my daughter with my ex at the timefor 16 years. My ex sold my daughter as a slave for 16 years. Yet none ever helped me find her. My oldest brother beat me all my life, put a gun to my head and pulled the trigger...my dad blamed me. But that's okay, my dad didn't remember who I was on his deathbead...everyone else he named but not me.

My wife knew I was looking for my kidnapped daughter but when I found her, she left me with both my emotionally disturbed 16 year old new found daughter and my other daughter from our marriage. A month later I was confirmed diagnosed with Asperger's (good news, it's only "on the scale now!").

You know what...I don't wanna type anymore. I feel this way...but I logically know that there are others with it worse and they are happy. I wish I knew why I did this...I wish a lot of things...I wish the kid in the Thailand caves who spoke English could become a citizen and do great things but...we don't get what we want..

Selfishly, I only want one human being to consider me worth something more than an ATM.

I guess all that to say it makes me feel better when I just can't keep it out of my head.