And I don't really see things getting any better in the near future. I know it's self-pity, but that's just how I feel.

I share the exact same name as my Dad, lived with him, and what he did will probably be all over the local 'papers when he's found guilty.

So that's me. The son of an incestuous kiddy fiddler, who had long standing 'issues' anyway.

Not exactly a catch, am I?