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Does abuse kill its victim before it tortures its ever lasting memory? |
This story is about that time we lived in the red house on 155th across from Skip & Rocky. This is the second time I tried to kill myself because the pain and shame were just absolutely too much. This is the day Mamma left 28 children with me. But, before they left, she had a card game. One on her closest male friends must've won him some money cause he kept cornering me trying to convince me to touch his dick everytime he would pull it out. Finally, he put the money in my face and I did it. I was tired of all of those kids adn just wanted him to leave me alone. But he didn't. He came back once Mamma and her girlfriend they called black Shirley left. I think that was his girlfriend too at the time. Hmmm. Yep, it sure was cause that's the house that Mamma took my little cousin she helped to still from her other friend my uncle had a child by across the ally. Wow! We were all outside playing jump rope when we saw my uncle run down the ally with my little cousin wrapped in a white blanket. Those people never saw their brother again, let alone the mother that my mother had detained in order for my uncle to get his child away from their nasty stinking house. He did. My uncle raised him quite differently than from the way he would have been with his mother and other siblings. Too bad for them. I have seen a few of them since then. For a long time they had some serious beef with us. At one point I became closer to my stolen cousin's oldest sister. seh was around alot during alot of my beatings and the sex and many other occassions that drove me to the suicide attempts. |