As I recall, this is how it all started. My semi incestuous affair with my stepdad. I’m not sure if it was his intention all along or if things just progressed as they normally would in any relationship.
My dad left when I was around nine or ten years old. My only vivid memories were of the fighting between he and my mom. Knowing what I know now I can see it was her fault for the most part. She possessed a very evil personality.
We were alone for a few years before she met and would ultimately marry my stepdad. The fighting started all over again. I found out from my stepdad, who I will call Gary, that the constant fights were over sex, or rather the lack of it. Instead of leaving like my real father, Gary lost himself in his bottle of Scotch. There were many mornings I’d wake up to find him passed out in the kitchen while I ate my breakfast before going to school. And then, he started coming into my room at night