Thank you, I am, and even though it's been a while and I no longer blame myself, it's nice to hear.

Not a celebrity, but my father ran health and safety teams for his job, organized toy drives and mitten giveaways, was the first to volunteer to train people, and looked like the perfect guy. Then he'd come home, get drunk, and beat us, lock us outside, throw our shit outside, or just throw it out if he wasn't happy. And nobody believed a damn thing. He also threatened me with legal action when I emancipated myself.