The Depression, World War II and a quickie marriage all helped to shape my mother's raw outlook on life and the raising of her three children. Patty, the eldest, was labeled by my mother, as "the good one." My brother, Buddy, was called "the boy." And me, Terry, the youngest of her three children, she called "the bad one." She had decided from our earliest beginnings what we were to be. I wrote this book to show how one person can train an entire family to hate and abuse whoever they choose to. I was "the bad one" and this is how I survived.