Child Abuse Story From Kathy P
by Kathy P
(Florida, USA)
i dont even know how to begin; i dont know how old i was when it started it just seems like it always happen to me as far as i could remember; it seems like a nightmare and as i get older it keeps coming back to me; knowing he is out going on with his life like nothing has happen he still talks to my one brother and my mom he has kids and grandkids he is successful but WHY WHY does he still get to act like there isnt anything wrong; this is killing me i think about it everyday and cant stop, but i remember when my mom found out that her husband was molesting me she found out by mistake...i just got home from running away me and my cousin and i thought everyone was sleeping so i told my cousin what has been going on well needless to say my mother was not sleeping she came out of the room and beat the crap out of me so my aunt pulled her off of me; then when she confronted him he would change the subject and asked my mother when was the last time she told me she loved me lol now that was a joke...well surprise she couldnt say it but hey that took the pressure off of him didnt it...i remember my mom having me take coffee to his room i use to wait till the last minute before i had to get up and get ready for school praying that i could just run out the door but right when my mom saw me she was like here take this to your dad i was like no im going to miss the bus and she would just hand me the coffee and make me go into the room where i knew he was going to be like when i walked in there... oh lets not forget the time that he got me and my brother drunk and we passed out i think i was 9 or so and when i woke up my mom and brother were leaving to go to my grandmas and leave me there alone so i ran out the door crying begging to go so since my aunt was there my mother couldnt say no...so it went well after that we all went there is so many times so many places so many stories of abuse i went threw with him and i dont know what to do it seems as if i get older the memories are more often.
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