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Why I stayed...?
I was a child. I tried to get away. I tried to run away, but was too scared to go further than my backyard. I tried to tell the Police, but he walked up with a firm handshake and gentle smile, holding and petting the dog like he was the nicest most charming man in the world. I begged my Mother, but she just stood there and stared or walked away. I tried to put myself up for adoption...but the social worker just laughed and hung up the phone. I told my brother's therapist....but they didn't do anything.
Now I hold on to the relationship because it is the only way of life I know. I am slowly letting go...but it will probably take the rest of my natural life to get there.
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