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all rainbows and butterflies, but that would be a lie. See my father was a drunk and druggie that was very abusive. He would constant

im so hard he flew across the car. My mom just held my brother and cried. I'm not saying she was a bad mom just weak a

her brother. I was upset I mean why bring another innocent child into this abuse. My mom b

t you might ask? Well, that was his way of convincing himself touching his own daughter was normal. He would tell me no

ted me the most for some reason. I never did anything wrong. I tried t

e word, one look anything would set him off. My mom found his pot plant he was growing in our garden and confronted him about it. He hi

abbed my brothers and hid them then somehow; I got the courage to go see what he was doing. My mom was sobbing

e, and thankfully he did. We didn't hear from him at all, but that didn't mea

veryone. I told my grandmother that my dad had touched me, and to my disbelief she thought I w

was true. Maybe I was just a waste of