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Here's my story, My mother is an alcoholic, who married a man fresh out of jail for unsighting lust in a minor, she didn't see this as a big deal. He was good for my mom, and good to us in the daytime, we called him daddy. When my mom had passed out at night he would come into my room, he told me he was the devil, and he wanted to win my soul, because I was so beautiful. I couldn't tell or he would kill me, choke me. I can still feel his hands around my neck (25 or so years later), if I didn't make it feel good, he would tighten his grip on my throat (now I know this was oral sex). I was so scared....I just prayed and prayed, once he made me vomit, he was very upset with me for this, I learned not to. I know this didn't go on for very long until he suddenly died, my mother tried to commit suicide many times. We were so young, my sister and I and we didn't even have each-other, had made sure of that, he had told her if she didn't tell he would leave me alone! . So my mother drank........ and became increasingly vulgar and mean. The most telling incident occurred when I was about 14 and my mom and our stepdad had been threatening to kill each-other, a neighbor called the police they arrived quickly (they knew our address by heart), I just couldn't stop crying I didn't understand why there wasn't some where else to go, why they couldn't take us somewhere, anywhere. Well the cops gave them the old calm down routine......blah blah blah... and then left as soon as the car pulled away my mom beat me for letting them see me cry. I moved out the day after graduating and have been in therapy for 10 or 11 years. It takes a lot of psych. meds and prayer but I am finally finding peace and sanity in my own life.
