It all started, I guess, when I was only a few years old.  My mom was 16 when she got pregnant with me and was way too young to care for me properly.  Oh, my mom and dad did get married, but with her at 16 and him at 18, and what with it being 1946, they did not stand much of a chance.  Especially seeing as my mom fooled around with other men while my dad worked.  From what I understand, she took me with her on her escapades with these men.  Well, they got divorced, and I stayed with my mom who married another man.  This one decided he was going to teach me, at the good old age of 4, what I should do to please a man.  He molested me for some time before my aunt took me and I stayed with her.      There have been different events in my life where I have been abused by other men, and I have been married twice.  The last marriage was very abusive and ended in divorce.  About 4 years ago, a man I had thought that I had known for about twenty years raped me.  While he was raping me, I reverted back to being that 4 year old child.  There was a trial, and he got off.  To this very day, and I am 55 years old, I still have a hard time coping with all the events that have happened.  I know I am not alone, and I need a place to belong and to go to for comfort and all that kind of stuff.  Hopefully, this letter will help others come forward and join together to help one another.  Life is too short to stay in fear and darkness. We all need to live.  Well, thanks for reading my letter, and may God bless us all and help us to feel loved the way we should be.   Hugs to all---Janet----PJ

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