I had my (note: former. Very former) best friend accuse my father of molesting her. She lied for the attention and because ... she felt the need to get back at me because I had a better life than she did.

It's funny how the powers that be (the State of Oregon) didn't think he'd hurt me and so I got to stay at home. I very nearly got yanked out of there...I was told that later, by my step mom.

Yet, he got convicted of ONE count out of 20. ONE. And instead of going to the pen, he got to spend his weekends in the county jail. I wonder about the judge's decision on that, though I'm glad he got to stay and take care of us. It still makes no sense to me. Our judicial system is faulty. Our whole friggin' society is faulty. Humans are faulty.

It's hard to describe the rage I felt or the utter desolation. HE did not do that. She lied and changed my young life when already I had a tendency to be mistrustful.

I did not have a very positive life. It's strange and used to be full of people that aren't the "decent" kind of folk. St. @#$@#$@ is loaded with white trash, I guess. Must be something in the water.