"Exactly. And why did you warn every boy I ever dated not to lay a hand on me?" Um ... you were my sister?" I thought this should all be obvious, but ...as getting a feeling that there was an undercurrent here I couldn't put my finger on."Yes. No boys were allowed to touch me, because you were my big brother." Okay," I said, carefully."So what was I supposed to think?"I was really confused now."I don't know ... that I loved you?" Exactly!" she shouted.I sat there and looked at her."You are so. I said I am sorry I will shut the door properly next time. She said “I would like to watch those picks which you have downloaded from the Net”. I first of all hesitated then I thought what to hesitated I felt something in my mind about my uncle (my aunty’s husband) I felt that my aunty’s husband is 90% outside the city in his work and aunty could not have sex with him regularly as other wives do have with their husband I understood aunty’s feelings and took her to the computer room there I saw. (Stimmt auch nicht ganz.) Nun blicke ich zurueck und muss feststellen, dass ich ein Leben lebe das irgendwie nicht meins ist und eine Kindheit hatte, die nicht meine war.Ich habe mal so was gehoert wie: "Der Halt des Menschen in diesem Leben sind seine Erinnerungen, seine Vergangenheit." Welchen Halt aber habe dann ich? Nein, ich bin als Kind nicht "misshandelt" worden in dem Sinne, in dem dieses Wort normalerweise gebraucht wird. Dennoch fuehle ich mich misshandelt, unverstanden und fehl am. Fir uncle bole ki mai enhe chod nhi pata hu ye bhut na insafi hai inke sath mai inko bola ki aap shadi kr lo lekin ye jati nhi hai esliye mai chahta hu tm mera beta ban ker mere wife ko chodo pls rone lage fir maine kaha ok naras uncle or oo khus ho gye fir unhone kaha to aaj se suru kro maine bola apka mtlb kya hai aaj hi bana lo apni aunty apni wife fir maine kaha sare saman ka intejam krna hoga n uncle bole sb ready hai tum ek kam baher wait kro 60 minutes mai kapde pahna deta hu fir 10:30.