I thought I would become normal? I thought I would my life would be special and important? I realize now I was wrong. I’m damaged in a way that is not fixable.
It all started when I was just about 3 years old. I have memories of my mother loving me in a ways mother isn’t supposed to love her own flesh and blood. She was my molester, she touched me in ways that I did not know were appropriate. I thought her affection towards me was normal. I had no idea my mother was sick and committing a crime […]