This will be my first time unloading the whole story. trigger warning.
(Backstory) My mother and my biological father divorced when I was 3 years old, and from then on i would mostly live with my mom. (still on good terms with father) soon after this my mom found a place for us to live, a condo complex in a town with good schools. we would live there for about 7 years. (5 of those years were spent with my abuser) This condo complex had a public pool which my mom and I would visit frequently. One day my mother met a man (we'll call him D) D and my mother hit it off instantly and moved in with us soon after. My mom being the Karen she is had a restraining order put in place against my father so she didn't have to see him, so we would have to do with weird pick-up and drop-off thing when my Father and I had visits.
(The story) Back when D still had his own apartment (condo, whatever) he would invite me, any of my female friends over for a movie day. (keep in mind at this time i was about 5 or 6) here he would drink, smoke weed in front of us and creepily watch us while we played or watched a movie. At this time i would have regular visits with my Father, and i would tell him of the strange smell that would always surround D (it was pot but i didn't know it then) My Father probably worried that was what it was demanded my Mother stop seeing D. She refused. She "Loved" D and "Didn't want my father to control her life" and she convinced me D just had B.O. After D found out that my Father didn't want me around him D. Got. Pissed. He stalked my Father's house,then smashed my Father's car window and slashed 2 of his tires. D never got in trouble for this. The next visit i had with my Father D pulled up right next to my father's car to drop me off (my mom was in the car thus, technically breaking the restraining order) After this my mom and D marched down to the police station and filed a report. Long story short (too late lol) my Father was sentenced to 3 months in prison. Now, with my Father out of the way D's plan could go into effect. (this is were it gets dark) One night D and my mother (probably drunk) snuck into my room, covered me with water balloons filled with air and took pictures of me. I still don't know why. But this gave D an idea. The next night D came into my room (without my mother) and took more pictures of me, posing me, moving my 5-year-old limbs to make pedophilic "works of art". Some of these pictures are still in family photo albums to this day. One of these nights I woke up to him fingering me. Soon after, penetration, after that he did stuff with my feet. This went of for years until i was 11. but by then he just resorted to driving me to places or "just taking a hike in the woods" and raping me there. One night my mom was awake and after D left my room she sat on my bed and told me, "Sometimes boys will do bad things to you. And you just gotta wait it out, he'll be done eventually." One day at his apartment (on Mother's day) D told me he was going to marry my mother and showed me a ring. But he twisted it to sound like he was doing it so he would "stay with me". The rest of what i remember of that day was hiding under D and my mom's bed and listening to him propose. I started to cry and my mom found me under the bed. I begged her not to marry him but she wouldn't listen. She called me selfish and she took away all my toys for hiding. Later that day my mom went to get her nails done and D raped me on the floor of my room.
(The aftermath)
My Mother didn't breakup with him until he hit her. Then everything ended. Just like that. Just kidding. he wanted one more night with me so he convinced my mom to let me stay over his new house and raped me seven times. I was 12.
Submitted November 02, 2019 at 10:24PM by highonnostalgia https://ift.tt/32cKVz8
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