I have never written about it before, and I'm still kinda nervous doing so now, but I will try to keep things short and not too emotional, as I tend to be when I think back to those days.
My abuse was by my own father. It started when I was 3, maybe 4 years old. Things were very bad at our house and sometimes I have a way of blocking it out. It started with touching and that kind of thing.
My mom was aware of the situation, but she was abused by him also and had several mental breakdowns. I don't think she was capable of bringing it to a stop. She left our family when I was 12, leaving me and my older brother behind. I always wondered if she knew how bad things got when she left.
I got with my husband at 14. Married at 17. And after 14 years of marriage, (abusive), we are getting a divorce. I am sad, :( but I am trying to heal.
Once I started a letter to my Inner Child that said: "I knew you, but I can't remember how you felt. In my mind's eye, I can see the color of your hair, the shape of your face. And most of all, the tears NO one was there to wipe away.
---Submitted Anonymously
Via Human Click
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