Do you remember the make up you put on me to cover my bruises? Do you remember telling me I should wear make up because it made me pretty? I do. I remember how vulnerable I was for believing you. Every "I'm sorry". Every night you told me I was dreaming. I remember. I use to think it was my fault, but now I know I had no control over what you did to me!
5 years I let you grope me! You did whatever you wanted because you knew a threat of you going to jail would stop me from telling. All I wanted was a dad to love me. Little did I know you did love me, but so much more than I was expecting! You loved my body instead of my soul. You sucked away my life and left my spirit running. I had no where to turn, so I tried to end it all.
Here I am today thankful for breathing. Although, you shouldn't be! Your story is now being told.