Child Abuse Story From Morgan
by Morgan
Growing up, my friends thought I had the best dad in the world. He was the dad who would bring us to the mall, buy us pizza on friday nights, or just do what he loved to do, just hang out with us. My dad would sit in my room with me and my friends and act like he was part of the group. We loved it. My dad was the coolest in our eyes. After school my mom was still working, so he would come in and talk to us. We were 5th, 6th graders at the time. But things progressed where he would get us to model clothes for him, and he would rate us. The less clothes, the better. Once or twice he would model clothes for us. We thought it was funny that he wouldn't even leave the room to change. He stood naked right in front of us. Then there would also be tickle fights and pillow fights. It was just an excuse for him to touch us, especially my friends. Afterwards he would take us to the movies or something. By the end of 6th grade my dad began literally fondling me. He would come into my room when I was alone and just stick his hand right down my pants. He would pretend he was tickling me but it hurt sometimes, causing me to cry. He would say he was sorry and not to tell mom. I did tell mom once after he hurt me. She was home at the time and heard me crying after dad came out of the room. She said nobody should ever touch me there, even dad and if it ever happened again to let her know right away. My dad denied everything and said he was just tickling me and accidently got too low. She made him stay out of my room from then on, but he would still come in sometimes when she was not home. But overall the fondling stopped. Even though these bad things happened my friends and I still thought he was a cool dad. He continued giving us anything we wanted, just so he could hang out with us. We were a little older now, maybe 8th grade when he took us to blockbuster and we rented movies. I sat next to him with a blanket over us, my friends were with us. During the movie he put his hand down my pants and gently caressed me. I didn't make a scene and let him do it because he was so nice to me lately. After all my friends went home he asked me not to tell mom what he did, that he knew it was wrong and wouldn't touch me again. I believed him for some reason and didn't say anything. Not a week later, he had his hand back down my pants while he was talking to me and I was putting on my makeup in the bathroom. I again didn't say anything. By the time I was in high school he was touching me on almost a weekly occurrence. I think I liked the attention he gave me, that and whenever I wanted something from him I got it. I had my first boyfriend during this time. He was in my opinion the hottest guy in school and I thought I was in love with him. We lasted about 2 months before he abruptly ended it so he could go out with another girl. He was a junior and I was a freshman. He went out with another freshman. Turns out all he wanted from girls was sex and once that was achieved he moved on the the next. I held out for almost 2 months before losing my virginity to him. I was crushed when he dumped me and spent the night in my room not talking to anyone. The next day my dad knocked on the door (for once) and asked me if I wanted to talk. I told him everything that happened including that I had sex. He was stroking my body the whole time. After I finished telling him everything he laid me the my bed and performed oral sex on me. Afterwards he told me he would never leave me, and giving me pleasure was proof of his love towards me. Throughout high school he had me brainwashed that oral sex was symbol of the love between us. He insisted on receiving oral sex after he performed it on me. By the time I graduated he had intercourse with me on at least 5 occasions. I was totally under his spell and it happened all while I dated my boyfriends I had and my mom was due to come home at any moment during the day. I never told anybody what had gone on, even though sometimes I would come to reality and know it was wrong. Today I live 3 states away from my dad and mom. I am happily married with 3 boys (thank God). I don't see my parents much because I don't want to. When he does come over like once a year, he is very stressed out it seems. I think he hopes I don't ever say anything, even though I sometimes want to so badly. It wasn't right what he did to me and my friends, but I don't want to hurt mom. I know I am partially to blame too, not telling mom when I should have. It does help to write about what happened too.  Note from Darlene: If I have not left a comment on your story, please understand that it is not personal; it's just that my hectic schedule no longer permits me to do so.I hope you'll follow me on:  Email addresses, phone numbers, home addresses AND website/blog URLs in submissions and visitor comments are STRICTLY prohibited. Please don't include them, as they will be removed.
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