We are The Good for Nothings. The children of John Krieg. The name drilled into us and used by our unconscious minds as our mantra. When my dad died I would hope the pain would die with him. Not his pain, but mine. The pain he chose to bestow upon us, to bequeath us, as was put in his last and will and testament as an instrument of pain. He actually created a trust many years ago to provide for his five children. Five children he desperately wanted my mother to bear for him from her 17 year old body. When we became older and got opinions he conveniently wished we had never been born and it was all some plot my mother created to entrap him. I have the letters. He was the one promoting the many babies. She was more than willing to follow his lead so she could be led out of the hellhole she lived in with the former maid who had became her evil step mother and turned my mom into Cinderella. I think and ask myself: could my dad have gone out in any other way? A loving way, su...