This isn't a true story but I sort of wish it was – know what I mean.nnThis is my story and I still can't believe this happened. I feel something between guilt and exhilaration. nnI was married very young to a slightly order women who met the world to me. My wonderful wife brought with her to the marriage her daughter Chelsea. When we married Chelsea was 7 years old and generally a happy kid. Unfortunately for both of us, Melissa, my wife was taken from us by a drunk driver 5 years after we were married. This sudden loss in both of our lives was devastating to say the least and we both felt abandoned. Chelsea and myself found each other and through love we carried on with our lives. Very soon after the accident, it became very clear Chelsea's biological father didn't want anything to do with her as well and fell off the earth never to be seen again. We were on our own but that was okay.nnAbout a year after Melissa was gone I realized I had became very lonely and decided to date again. Being a man, I told myself I had specific physical needs and wanted to fill them. I brought home a very nice woman named Angela who I knew from work to meet Chelsea after we had been dating for a while. As soon as my daughter saw her she freaked out and became very upset. It was a very bad moment for us and after Angela left the very next day my daughter and myself began counseling so she could deal with her loss. Speaking with the doctor I found because of my wife's sudden death, and the fact her "real" father was a piece of shit she had severe abandonment issues. Based on this I decided to keep Chelsea in counseling and not see anyone for a while – I needed to devote my free time to my sad child. nnAs time went on days turned into month and then into years as I fell out of the dating scene. When my wife was alive and even before she met me she instilled into Chelsea, her body wasn't a dirty thing and was something beautiful for it wasn't something to be ashamed of.