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I could read Robert like a book the moment I arrived. Robert was a small man, standing at only 5' 7" and narrow in frame. He was often bullied and picked on in high school, because of his girl dimiuative size, and carried a chip on his shoulder into college. He saw how the jocks and other Alpha types seemed to breeze their way through school, college and into high paying fields all thanks to some "Good ol' Boys" club he had imagined. He was always jealous of the way girls and success seemed to throw themselves at these guys and not allowing himself to entertain the notion that it was confidence, attitude and hard work that was responsible for their "privileged" lives. Sure, being genetically inferior to these men didn't help guys like Robert, but where some would deal with and overcome their disadvantage, guys like Robert would use it as a crutch to explain away their misfortune or lack of opportunity. Robert found solace in activism while attending law school. He drank the kool-aid and bought into the idea that the kind men he despised deserved to be brought down. The people he associated with were mostly on the lower end of the genetic scale, like Robert, and allowed themselves to be consumed with an ideology that the "have's" and "have not's" were not a result of hard work and sacrifice, but simply two camps that you were either born into or you weren't.It could be argued that Robert and I were not all that different. That we were both bullied and abused by those bigger and stronger than us and we both had vowed never to be the victim again, but that was where the similarities ended. The differences were, I chose make my asian own way, to never allow myself to be preyed upon, while Robert chose to attack those who had simply done better than he, angry at them for being successful where he wasn't. Robert was just like the abusive foster's I grew up with, just without the drinking or drug habits. He was a cowardly punk who lacked the manhood to stand toe-to-toe in the ring with the competition and earn his way to the top. Instead, he chose to attack others who had put in the long hours, the leg work, the sacrifice, to build their japanese lives and leech off the petty lawsuits. At home, he was a dictator that often bordered on the verge of tyrant. He could put on a good show for company or the social workers, as he knew how to be polite and well spoken, but he was always paranoid of everyone around him. He was extremely jealous of Melanie and always kept her under close supervision when he could. He would just short of interrogate her when he would come home from work and ask about her day. He made sure to keep track of everyone she talked to, appointments she had and how long she took to do them. He would call her throughout the day to make sure she was still at home. He demanded that things be done a certain way, that meals be prepared at certain times and even I even think he decided on her attire. While it was very clear that Melanie was the one who really wanted me as their foster son, it was also very clear that Robert went along with it, because it afforded him the opportunity to virtue signal what a great person he was by taking in the media recognized abused student kid. As I said, Melanie wanted me, not for the boost in status, but because she genuinely wanted to give me a good home. She was a pixie of a woman, at 5' 1", beautiful and gentle as they come. She used to be a school teacher and at only 27, quit only after a few year, to pursue a career as an aerobics instructor, japan or so she says. I feel Robert had a hand in it and demanded she quit teaching so he could keep her at home. He probably allowed her to focus on aerobics, because it kept her fit and sexy, but I knew, and I imagine Melanie knew too, deep inside, that he would never allow her to do so professionally. As I said, Melanie was beautiful. Her devotion to fitness kept her tight and toned, plus with the lack of child-birth, there was no wear or tear on her. She had a natural "C" cup, which on her small frame, made them look much bigger and fuller. Being that this was the 80's she naturally had big fluffy hair that would run half way down her back when it was wet. Unlike Robert, with his brown hair and brown eyes, I probably could've passed as Melanie's biological son, since we both had golden blonde hair and blue eyes. Despite how controlling and borderline abusive Robert was to Mel, she did not seem to care too much, in fact, she seemed to prefer it. "OPEN ME WIDER!" she sassed. David, my David, just smiled. 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