and I can't tell anyone about it, because I'm still scared of what you did to me, and what you could still do. You got her to do it too, and that hurts more than everything combined. Because she did love me, once. You just were sexually attracted to me.
I was five. You were forty-five. She was forty-seven.
I will never forget.
Tags: abuse,
mother,
father
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