My story is a long one but I will try to be concise.
My father, who I adored and worshipped, abused me as a young girl.
I thought this was normal family behaviour, so I told nobody about what he did to me.
He warned me that if I told anyone that he would hurt my sister and my mother who I adored.
I stayed in our family home cos I was so scared that he would kill my mam.
I so wanted to leave but I was afraid for my beautiful mam's safety, and that of my younger sister.
I met a man who, at the time, seemed to love me but, after marrying him, I found he had a darker, devious side to him. As the years went by, I realised he did not, indeed, love me. Rather, he despised me and, once again, I was abused, physically and mentally
Writing this is hurtin me so bad.
x Vistamar
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