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Re: Domestic Violence (Seren and shooter6806)
« Reply #75 on: August 30, 2017, 07:08:34 PM »
After reading all of these and looking back on my life and realizing up until ten years ago when I met and fell in love with the most wonderful man in the world, I went from one domestic violence relationship to another. Most of it started when I was only four years old. My father went from being a kind, loving, wonderful man to hateful, angry, and condescending to everyone around him.

One of the cousins (father's side of the family) decided that since I was four years old I was the perfect age to be molested. I had ran to my mom crying with blood running down my legs because this cousin managed to destroy my hymen at that age. Sadly it only went downhill from there after a few years, when I turned eight years old I went from looking like a child to looking like a sixteen year old girl. I had large breasts, curves in all the right places, and was having my monthly. My father decided that his wife/my mother was not what he wanted anymore and started to rape me. I have to keep reminding myself that he raped me and just because I didn't fight back, scream, cry, or do anything about it was because this was my daddy and he wouldn't do anything that was wrong...I was completely mistaken. It continued until I actually turn 16. During that time he passed me around to his friends, and well anyone he wanted too.

I managed to tell my mom when I was 16 because I was freaking out because I was pregnant and everyone knew I didn't have a boyfriend. I broke down crying asking no, begging my mom to forgive me for doing this to her. I was so broken and filled with self hate that I thought I had deserved it. Therapy helped me realize that I didn't deserve what he did to me and well I was still depressed. I lived in a bottle hopping from one crappy relationship to the next, one decided I was a lovely punching bag, I stuck with that one until he threatened to kill me, something snapped and I fought back and kicked him out of my life. The next three where all emotionally abusive. They tore me apart, and I went deeper and deeper into the bottle.

I had given up on love and ever being with anyone again except for one night stands. I meet my now husband who helped heal my wounds, mend my heart, and made me into a wonderful woman worthy of love, compassion, and confidence.