I Am Lonely

I Am Lonely

When I was about eight years old, I asked my mother why daddy put his tongue in my mouth when he kissed me. She looked at me with a strange expression and said, “Don’t let him do that anymore.” I left home at 19 once I could afford to be on my own. When I started dating in high school, I realized my father was manipulative and did some really strange things relative to my dating. My mother appeared to be jealous of my father attention toward...

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I Tell Myself I’ll be Okay

I Tell Myself I’ll be Okay

As I write this, I weep. The remembrance of all the unwanted, yet strangely wanted, the molestations rush back into my thoughts. I was too young to understand at the time what was going on and why he masturbated in front of me when my mom was gone on the weekends. I was in a position that I could not turn to anyone for support. My sick and twisted stepfather said, “People will tell you this is wrong later on in life, don’t believe...

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Dysfunctional Childhood

Dysfunctional Childhood

The youngest memory I have of my life is when my Grandmother and her husband was getting a divorce and he came after her with a shovel threatening to kill her — I was three years old. At such a young age, I had an idea how some men were. My biological father seemed to get off on the idea of hurting someone and I was one of them. He would trip me and make me fall, push the swing so high that it would come undone, and let go of the wagon on...

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A Horrible Chapter

A Horrible Chapter

My story begins when I was 6 years old. When people looked at me they thought I was the best child and that I got everything that I wanted it seemed like a had a prefect life but little did everyone know that behind that smile of mine was a horrible story to be told. For nine years I put up with child abuse and was sexually abused by my father. He would beat me for no apparent reason, even if I had hurt myself he hated to hear me cry. I lost my...

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Chocolates and Flowers

Chocolates and Flowers

Twenty years ago may seem like forever to some, but to me the pain feels like yesterday. I was a single mother of two young boys and struggling in low-income apartments to just get by. My children had two different fathers, my oldest son’s father died in an auto accident. I was trying to get off welfare and become a financially secure so I was attending school during the day and working as a cocktail waitress in the evenings. This made me...

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