My brother passed away. He took care of me. When he died earth swallowed me whole and wanted to take me too. I had to take care of myself. Bills were only paid when I could and would do it. I was bullied. By the new kid. His torment was four years long but I got through it. I got great scholarships even through the ptsd and the depression of years past. I had a beautiful job with a nice little family. I was ready to grow and leave the shit show I called home. My dad was out of my life I had a EPO. He started getting physical when I graduated Highschool and moved out. Then by some force of nature my new job falls out of under my feet. I see HIM again no ,no ,no I work for HIM now. The worse part is he was my first crush, I nanny for his son, oh and he isn't Just my Boss. He's the Boss. Mr.Rossi the new head of one of the oldest Italian organized crime families. So yeah I WAS BULLIED BY THE BOSS.