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I started hiding my hands when i slept. I crossed them under my chest and slept on my belly. Then he started rubbing it on my face. I always pretended I was asleep. A few months later I got the courage to tell my mother. My mother didn't believe me, but she confronted him. he said he never did, and so she stayed with him. However he never touched me again after that. It still didn't end there.

My older brother began living with us. I liked him. he usually stayed with his mom in another town, but we got along fine. I was thirteen. He was sixteen. I gave my virginity to him on Halloween night. But after that my parents found out and were really angry, so i told him we couldn't anymore. He started sneaking into my room in the middle of the night. I remember waking up to cold clammy fingers on my inner thigh more often then not. He would do horrible things to me, then leave. I started locking my bedroom door. My mother became angry and I told her what My older brother was doing. So she agreed to let me lock my door. This happened up until i was seventeen. They always threatened to kick him out or turn him in. But it never happened and i always told when it did. I grew up despising my home. I got married right out of high school. I was always competing with my older brother, as if i had to prove to myself i was better than him. And now, My mother is dead, my real dad i couldn't even tell you where he is, and my step dad "s" is all i have left. I have forgiven most of this. Charges have never been pressed but it's still very real and vivid in my head.

In my opinion, because at first I wasn't educated, and later wasn't validated, my parents are criminals. It doesn't mean I love them any less.

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