Here it goes Bonnie, your story is good , but we went through alot more that just that.

Here is what I remember. When mom met James (the pervert) we were just going with mom because she was so happy she met him and he invited us over. We were happy for her because when she left our dad, she got into a bad short relationship with an alcohlic. He is the one that got her drinking.

Well here goes. After we got to his house , they started drinking and having fun, while we were playing. And before we knew it they were together, we changed schools and moved in with him. Our visitation with our dad stopped. We couldnt even talk about him. James forced us to call him dad. He wouldnt let us have friends. Everytime we were driving somewhere, my mom would have to put her head down so she couldn't look at anyone.

I remember one day James left us in the car while he went somewhere and there was a hole some-where in the interior. He beat us for hours, one at a time. First Bonnie , then me, then Becky. He said "Tell me the truth or I won't stop".

Finally Bonnie lied and said she did it. So he stopped beating us. He told us later, that he knew the hole was already there, he just wanted to see if we were lying.

Once James came home from work early. He used to take turns making one of us stay home from school. So he could ask us if mom was leaving the house to see someone else. Well., he kept beating us with belt buckles , switches and even his fist. So finally,one of us lied and told him we did see her with a man.
And then he stopped beating us.

He would force us to eat things we didnt like. If we didnt he would shove it in our mouth. I remember he made us eat raw hamburger and we would throw up.Then he would stop making us eat more. He would buy his son everything and not get us anything.

We would go to school with what we had , no matter if it was clean or not. I remember when we were little , we couldn't bring school books home to do our homework.

If he looked through our books and a black person was in there, he would rip it up. He would get mom drunk, where she would pass out. Then he would come in our room and take one of us in the other room and mess with us. We hated it when mom drank because we knew what was going to happen. He wouldn't let us watch tv if it had a black person in it.

Mom and him divorced after seven years of beatings and mental abuse. She finally moved into a house and let us do what ever we wanted. Because she felt so bad about us not having a child hood. She let us miss school when ever we wanted, and go out and drink. After we got the opportunity to move out we did.

I love my mom , but if I was in her shoes, I would have killed him if i saw that happening to my kids.

He is a sick man , and he made our lives bad. I just hope he isn't out there doing it to another kid.

Well , I guess I'm done, Bonnie. Becky is next, take parts of all there 3 stories.... Thank God its over!!!!!!!!

Love ya, Donna

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