I’m happy. And yet I still want to kill myself. I don’t want to hurt him, but it’s time to be selfish for once. I’m setting a date. May 29th. Finally I won’t have to think anymore.
My mother would lock me in my room until the weekend was up and I could go back to my dads.
My dad is an alcoholic. Spanks would turn into hits. Hits turn into a bloody nose. A bloody nose would turn into a kick.
I moved in with my step grandparents. They basically raised me. I would play with a neighbor there. Her brother molested me. I would close my eyes while his fingers went in me. I can still hear his breathing. This went on for years. Over and over.
I went back to my dad and his new wife. She was exactly […]