It started back when I was just eleven-years-old

My story of survivor is I’m sure very common. It started back when I was just eleven-years-old, my mom started dating the guy she called her 2nd truelove the only problem was that it wasn’t her that he really wanted sexually- -it was me. The first time I was made to realize that was the 1st night that he moved in with my mom, my younger brother, and me; her truelove waited until my younger brother and her went to sleep. He then made his way into my bedroom, where he forcibly dishonored and sodomizd me for three hours straight with me lying facedown on my bed, when he had finished he looked down at me to declare,
“Do yourself a favor, and keep this little f*ck moment to yourself! Besides, you weren’t that great anyway.”
I felt so demoralized that I felt like crawling underneath my bed.

Over the next eight years, there were numerous beatings for both my younger brother and me over what I’d call trivial occurrences and yes, the sexual abuse continued as well. The last time that my former stepfather violated me, he did so the day after my 18th birthday party, having had my best friend sleep over we spent the next morning playing in the swimming pool...when she left to go home, I thought that my mom was still at home so when I went to change out of my bikini, I mistakenly left the door to the changing room unlocked. The next thing that I knew my mom’s boyfriend, who she’d married by this time; had caught me by surprise and roughly violated me. What made it even worst was that my little brother had just gotten through changing out of his swim trunks, so I am almost certain that he heard me being taken advantage of that day–even though he denies it. Shortly after that, I found out that I was pregnant, right then and there I made up my mind to speak out against the abuse that I was living with.
I'm now nineteen-years-old living in another town, waiting to give birth to my unborn daughter. My former stepfather is now serving a ten year prison sentence for raping me, I’ve limited contact with my mom and brother I’m also in counseling for depression after attempting to commit suicide twice.
by SilentCriesNdarkon 13 Nov 2004

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