raveninhaven

I didn't quite understand how this website worked and didn't see your response until now! How are you doing??

Thank you for reading it and commenting, I appreciate you. I'm glad you liked it.

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. But... how much? He says he doesn't remember doing anything to me. He said he never desired his chi

It is disgusting that someone can do that. I am in a very different yet very similar situation. If you want to talk, let me know. Not many people understand what being molested as a kid can do to you, but I do. I'm just accepting it as well so if it would make you feel better to just not feel alone, I'm always here to talk or just listen. Keep writing, it is helpful. Either way, I want to let you know, your silence doesn't need to be forever. Talking is so so so hard, but I recently confronted my father for abusing me, and it suuuucked, but it felt so very freeing. It was a freedom I'd been de

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 day I'll be able to say Dad, I don't care. I don't care that you can't love me No

Oh no I am so sorry for your pain. Don't apologize for saying you're feelings ever, because they are important. This is a hard time. Love yourself. Write as much as you need. Sending love

Those analogies are perfect. Thank you so much for sharing.

Thanks, everyone, for your kind words. Turns out, I don't have enough evidence for it to even be reportable, because I don't have any exact memories, just a ton that lead to it. If my sisters wanted to report with me, the three of us could potentially have enough, but I don't see that being an interest of either of theirs. So, I am going to confront him more specifically, I know he will deny it, but I'm going to do it anyway. I don't want to cut him out of my life, but I might have to. With jail, I liked the idea of being able to forgive him and visit him in prison and for the first time have

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 with other families, and I was told we all were good people. If I caught my parents arguing my mom would always assure me e