Dear Mom, Dad, And the world. I know in some way my words will find you in better shape than I am in. When i was born, neither of you were prepared. Dad, you were cheating with my mom on your wife. Mom, you had another guy on the side and got pregnant with me. When i was born, I had numerous mental issues and you couldn't handle me, and i don't blame you fro that. But i will not forgive you for what happened to me. When i was ten years old, you left me at a correctional boarding school. There I stayed for five and a half years, where I was beaten, medicated to the point of catatonia and permanent memory loss, then molested. Repeatedly. When i turned fifteen, I thought the nightmare had ended. Things were different. I didn't have to take the sleeping pills four times a day anymore, and we had moved to a house in my mothers custody, a new house and my first normal school. It didn't stop. I just exchanged one nightmare for another. Shortly after school started you began to drink, mom. You would get angry and pull my hair, tell me that i was worthless, tell me that the day I was born your life ended. Then the next morning you'd pretend that it never happened. That i made it all up. you told everyone that you knew that I had mental issues and an overactive imagination. I'd come home from school, and you'd be there waiting for me, and id run up to my room and lock the door. you would scream and pound on it for hours. There, I would play video games and masturbate, and occasionally drink whatever you didn't. And all of this was going on when i was discovering myself. My love for far away places, and reading, and eventually, other men. when I was seventeen was remanded into my fathers custody, After so long they had finally taken the hint. I guess it was that time you got drunk and started a fire with the chimney closed, or maybe the drunken 911 calls did that. In my fathers custody, to his displeasure, is where i found myself. Coming out to him, and in the same period of time finding out that he wasn't my biological father, was stressful. I learned that my father was a very strict and indifferent man. He refused to believe that i was gay, and threw me in a mental asylum for two weeks without telling anyone where i had gone. When I turned 18, I went back to my mothers home, because it was the only place I could go. It was the same everywhere i went, and everything i tried ended with the same outcome. I was alone. When i hit rock bottom, I asked my father for help. He had a movie deal, and i was an adult, so he sent me to another reformatory program for adults. Here i am going hungry, even though i have a job i'm still on the brink of poverty, almost everyone i know has betrayed me at my mothers behest, I'm in debt hundreds of dollars, and my father thinks I'm a lost cause enough to send me across country to fend for myself,And I'm alone again. And you know something else? I found out that my mother knew about the molestation and the over-medication at the boarding school. Her excuse for keeping me there was that no other school would take me. I'm tired of waiting for a new nightmare, and i'm tired of being tossed around like a handbag. You can say that this is all my doing, that Its my choice. Your wrong. I am the sorry thing my parents raised me to be. So you've read this far. I guess you want to know who I am? My father Is Bill Murray, And my mother is Jennifer Butler Murray My name is Caleb James Murray, And I Will Not Be Forgotten.