Dear Eileen,
I remember the day I lost you, for the 3rd time. I was only around 2.5 years old. The memory is that we would sometimes take a little afternoon nap. We would curl up and fall fast asleep and when I woke up you were gone after having put me down for my nap in a most loving way. I felt your love so many times up until the time your husband began putting his dick in my mouth.
And the next time you wanted to lay down with me I got up and began to cry as I walked away very confused as to why it didn't feel the same and the only reason why is that, Now the house was unsafe and you were not to be trusted as you trusted and went along with almost everything your husband wanted and demanded.
But wait theres more! This was the 3rd house we all lived in and some form of molestation happened in each house. He pulled the rug out from under me so many times. He had everyone eating out of the palm of his hands and doing the "Molly Coddle" thing. And while sometimes I have felt great pain and anger at this I mostly feel really sad for you. The only thing I asked of him was honesty with me. Just tell me what happened to you and lets address this issue of child sexual abuse and incest in the
____________ Family. And now he is playing the poor damaged disrespected father.
And the Academy Award goes to…….
I know all of the emotions that you have gone through with not having me around. I know because I experienced all of those same emotions when my safety was taken away from me for the 3rd time at the age of 2.5 years old. And when I was gang raped and had a near death experience at age 4 years old while receiving the parting gift of oral gonorrhea….well lets just say…that didn't help!
In order to be a part of your life it seems I have to publicly profess to having a mental impairment. The other option is that we sit down with some trained therapists to discuss and address the real issues…Not the ones you have made up.
At some point we all take responsibility of who we are and where we are in life. I believe I have done that. I wish you well on your journey of self accountability. I wish the same for your husband, my molester.
Lets just Sign Me,
File #13
I remember the day I lost you, for the 3rd time. I was only around 2.5 years old. The memory is that we would sometimes take a little afternoon nap. We would curl up and fall fast asleep and when I woke up you were gone after having put me down for my nap in a most loving way. I felt your love so many times up until the time your husband began putting his dick in my mouth.
And the next time you wanted to lay down with me I got up and began to cry as I walked away very confused as to why it didn't feel the same and the only reason why is that, Now the house was unsafe and you were not to be trusted as you trusted and went along with almost everything your husband wanted and demanded.
But wait theres more! This was the 3rd house we all lived in and some form of molestation happened in each house. He pulled the rug out from under me so many times. He had everyone eating out of the palm of his hands and doing the "Molly Coddle" thing. And while sometimes I have felt great pain and anger at this I mostly feel really sad for you. The only thing I asked of him was honesty with me. Just tell me what happened to you and lets address this issue of child sexual abuse and incest in the
____________ Family. And now he is playing the poor damaged disrespected father.
And the Academy Award goes to…….
I know all of the emotions that you have gone through with not having me around. I know because I experienced all of those same emotions when my safety was taken away from me for the 3rd time at the age of 2.5 years old. And when I was gang raped and had a near death experience at age 4 years old while receiving the parting gift of oral gonorrhea….well lets just say…that didn't help!
In order to be a part of your life it seems I have to publicly profess to having a mental impairment. The other option is that we sit down with some trained therapists to discuss and address the real issues…Not the ones you have made up.
At some point we all take responsibility of who we are and where we are in life. I believe I have done that. I wish you well on your journey of self accountability. I wish the same for your husband, my molester.
Lets just Sign Me,
File #13
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