Unmade By Love, Remade By Self

From the back cover

My life for the last decade has been an endless parent-teacher conference, a special kind of hell where I was the main exhibit.

It all shattered when my nine-year-old stepdaughter, Madisyn, hurled a weighted beanbag at my head, then publicly denounced me as a "kept man" and a "gold-digging loser."

The humiliation spiraled, culminating in a doctored photo circulating, reviving an old, devastating lie that branded me a pervert, while my wife and her ex-boyfriend flaunted their affair and my stepdaughter called him "Dad" with a loving smile.

But the real horror struck when my wife confessed: her mother had been secretly drugging me for years, suppressing my hormones, to make me "docile," to "keep me calm."

That' s when the familiar ache of humiliation hardened into a single, cold thought: I'm done.