My mom and my cousin (who is her niece) would often socialize together. Her husband would often just watch TV by himself. One day he caught me alone and started talking to me. I got up to leave to go play with my sister in the other room. My sister had already left. He pinned me against the wall and had his way with me. This happened approximately three times. My mother never defended me. I never forgot that pain. I have been inappropriately touched by three men in my life. But my cousin’s husband was the first. Each time I went to my mother about it, she pinned the blame onto me. I don’t hate my mother. Hate doesn’t absolve me from the pain. I am disappointed in her. Disappointed that she as my mother didn’t support nor help me in my time of need. She turned a blind eye to my suffering and made me out to be one at fault.
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