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Printer-friendly versionWhy do i have to be the one who gets hurt? I dont understand what i did, why cant he see me as his daughter? That is where it all started. I was 12 years old. On this night, mom was out partying as she usually did.
I was asleep, and i wake up to someone standing over me, and a hand being quickly pulled out of the front of my pants... It was my step dad (i considered him my "father" at the time). I was so scared! I knew i had a rough life already, but i really didn't think anything of it at the time.. until then. i didnt know what to do. So i kept my mouth shut. The next night, i locked my door, and in the morning i got a lecture about it, being told not to do that "in case of a fire." I knew that was fucking bullshit.. It happend again and again, i still remember the look on his face when i woke up, and his exact words of an excuse why he was in my room. But things only got worce. One night i felt like i couldnt take it anymore, I took a pair of tweezers and hacked at my wrists, it felt as if a huge weight was lifted off my sholders... Things only get much worce from then on...
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2 years () (Permalink)Im not understanding this world we live in . It's like I kind of been threw what you've been threw. But I dont want to say that because. We heave two different situations. Im sorry this did happen to you, thats probably the last thing you want to hear is someone say they feel sorry for you. But I've been threw alot, I think we both could help eachother. If you would like to talk, I would so love to . I want to understand.
life will qet better...i hope ! =|
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