He was raised by a nanny and then sent off to boarding school at the age of ten. He had one older half-sister, Sarah. She was ten years older and not a part of his childhood at all. She was his father’s child from a past marriage and lived with her mother in another state on the other side of the country. He also had seven other half-siblings, but he never knew of their existence and his father never claimed them. They lived with their mothers in poverty, children of prostitutes.
His childhood contained a workaholic father who traveled more than he was at home and a needy mother who succumbed to the cravings of this world. He had no rules. He was told to follow his desires and he was given the resources to do so. His name was Wayne.
Deep, deep evil and the purest goodness fought for these two lives. They battled for my life and for the life of Wayne. Our lives were connected from birth but we did not know it. We were meant to be and we were prepared for each other. Not by our parents, not by our teachers, not by ourselves, but by God. He always has a bigger plan than we see. He has a plan of love for each of us. Satan does not believe in love and he does not understand but he is terrorized by its power. He shrieks and wriggles at the very mention of the word.
To be continued…