A letter from a survivor

To the man I was suppose to trust,

You came into my life when I was 3 years old. I automatically put my trust in you which was a normal thing to do.
When I turned 6 you started puting too much responsibility on me. You would make me do all of your household chores and tell my mom that you did it all. I would take care of my younger siblings while you lied and said I caused trouble while you watched us.
When I was 9 you started screaming and hitting me but I took what you gave me and held my head strong in front of you while behind closed doors I would cry.
When I was 10 I woke up to the pain of you on top of me. I froze in shock.
When I told people you convinced everyone that you were innocent which made everyone think I was a liar.
I pushed the feelings down and fought you. Everytime you hit I hit back harder.

9 years passed and we found you dead lying on the bathroom floor alone. Which you deserved for everything you did to me. I was happy that the reminder of my rape and abuse was no longer walking around. But with your death the feelings came pouring out and now I lay in bed with nightmares of your touch. Now I can't lay with my boyfriends touch without thinking of you. I feel bad for shoving my boyfriend away and crying every time we try to be intimate.

Fuck you for what you did to me
Fuck you for manipulating everyone to call me a liar
Fuck you for abusing a child that was suppose to trust you.
Fuck you for making me a stereotypical step child with an abusive step father.
Fuck you for leaving these scars that will be on me forever...