My father was an abusive individual. He also had an affair resulting in child. At the age of 22 I had enough and moved out. I vowed that he would never lay a hand on me again without losing his life. I legally changed my last name and took my mother’s name; effectively eliminating his last name, existence, and any connection to him. I’m now 26. I’ve only dated two women in my life. Both relationships I’ve ended prematurely because they wanted to have children and get married. I refuse to get married, have children, and potentially subject them to what he put my mother and I through. Both women whom I’ve dated believe otherwise; that I would make a good husband and father. The last woman I dated tried to convince me that I’m not capable of being like him. Stating that the way I treated her wasn’t how he treated my mother and I. Her efforts were unsuccessful and we’re no longer together. I regret not trying harder and keeping us together. You were the one that I didn’t know I was looking for, the one I would give everything for. The one I wish I could spend forever with.