Today I decided I would revisit the place where I was first sexually abused. Turns out that it was a big mistake... I was about 6 and walking around outside when he called me over and told me to give him a hug. I was reluctant at first, but he finally convinced me to. But a "hug" wasn't what he wanted.

When I got to the place I felt sick to my stomach. I felt it all over again, all the years I had to put up with him, everything he did, how he destroyed everything that was good in my childhood.. I ended up on the ground in tears and now I can't quit thinking about it. Damn how could I have been so stupid to think I cold have handled that. Im so pathetic