I love him. I hate him. I miss him. I want nothing to do with him. I wish he was dead. I wish he was in jail. I would never wish upon him the abuse pedophiles receive in prison. I want to tell everyone. I'm too embarrassed to tell anyone.
I am so tired of all these mixed feelings. I should hate him. My father didn't care enough about his kids not to molest them. He willingly sacrificed my wellbeing. But I have to consider the fact that he's a sociopath, so can I even blame him? Yes, I can.
I have not yet been able to find a title to this poem, but I started writing and it just flowed out of me so peacefully and it drained my body of some of the negativity my father has left behind. Long way to go, but I'm glad to find a good outlet! I hope you guys like it! Thanks for your time
My heart aches
My mind wakes
These thoughts won't seem to go away
The thought that maybe one day
I'll be at ease
No longer begging you please
The thought that one d
I decided today to report my father for molesting me when I was a child. Here's my story, and it is the very first time I'm telling it ......
I remember two different lives I had as a kid, yet at the same time I barely remember anything. My mom always told me we were a happy family, that I had a good mom, a good dad, and good sisters. We were a Catholic family, I went to a Catholic school, we had enough money, our family would go have dinners and do normal things