Yes, I was sexually abused by my own father.
I beg you to not wish to discuss this with me..
it makes me absolutely sick to my stomach.
He always said, "I asked for it."
Yes, because I asked for you to touch me.
I asked for you to fondle and abuse me..
I asked for you to make my nightmare into a reality, father.
I asked for my own father to destroy me.
I would never speak out about this.
Not to my mother, my sister, my best friends, or boyfriends.
I was ashamed of what he did to me..
He took my innocence..
he left me broken and bruised.
I still wonder, "Why did this happen to me?"
What did I do to deserve this..
I really wish I could say that I don't remember this.
That I still don't have nightmares about what happened.
but, I can't. The one thing that I would like to have blocked
from my memory is forever embedded there.
There was this one time, I was laying on the floor on my side
watching the TV and the couch was behind me. Tell me, how
can something this innocent be asking for it?
I'm sorry but this will be a short blog,
I can't write more about it right now..
sometimes awful things happen to good people.. there is no rhyme there is no reason its evil people that sometimes do these awful things. you are an amazing woman with a good heart sometimes i think you're one of the best people i know. i know the memories still hurt but thats what they are is just memories and if you let them they can have a hold on your psyche. he cant touch you anymore. karma will get to him you are beautiful insightful funny and sweet you are one of the best friends i have and im glad to have you in my life.-Gabriel
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