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Contents
Chapter 1 – My Youngest Memories 3
Chapter 2 - The Pink House 16
Chapter 3 – Returning Home 27
Chapter 4 – The Evil Lady 41
Chapter 5 – The Unwanted Wedding 53
Chapter 6 – Life with My Step Family 63
Chapter 7 – The New House 78
Chapter 8 – Stepdad’s Odds 90
Chapter 9 – The Foster Kids 97
Chapter 10 – The Christian School and the Summer 107
Chapter 11 – A 12-Year-Old Questioned God 121
Chapter 12 – Becoming Mean 136
Chapter 13 – The High School Days 147
Chapter 14 – My Relationships 161
Chapter 15 – The Break-In 189
Chapter 16 – Fontana Home 201
Chapter 17 - A Strange Lifestyle221
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Chapter 1 – My Youngest Memories
down to the pit of negativity, leaving you lose all your hopes, in
just a go. It happens when you expect from life and things do not
come out unexpected that are out of your control. This happened
life, you can stand victorious. You can always have hope even
when the boat is sinking. It is just the matter of how you deal
with your pain and try to get over it in a healthier way. Your past
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It has almost been 15 years since I wanted to write this
wanted to write this book for closure for myself. I am, therefore,
penning it all down for all those who have gone through sexual
abuse and think that their life has been destroyed. This book is
for those who feel that they will never have a better life. I want
them all to know that their past does not define their future. They
can still live a happier and successful life. I want this book to be
my stepdad. This time, the stay was a little longer than usual. I
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would ask my grandma about when I was going home, she never
had an answer.
was so excited that I jumped to the back seat and stuck my head
out the window, waiting to see my mother. I felt like it had been
forever since I last saw her, but I never knew that something else
started walking toward our car. I had stuck my whole body out
the window, thinking she too would be happy to see me. But she
again.
ignorance. Because for the next few days, she tried so hard to
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make me smile. My grandmother always knew how to heal the
heart my mother would break over and over. This was the first
later, my mother and stepdad told me that they had met in a bar
When she met him at the bar, she found out that he
her he was a blonde guy and had blue eyes. But to her dismay, he
actually had black hair and brown eyes, the complete opposite.
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couple of years of their marriage. Over the years, we always had
another level. All my life, I had to wear long skirts, and we were
not even allowed to cut our hair, wear jewelry, or watch TV.
Cool Locks, which were apparently like long shorts and looked
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I was looking around, trying to find my mother. The open
in my crib with thick blonde curly hair. The next thing I did was
the doll. Not sure why I would do this, but this memory has
toddler.
when she started having children. She had a roommate who had
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two children. I later found out that her roommate dated the same
man my mother had once dated. I think that’s why at times, they
our room, which was so fun to play with. The living room of this
house had a couch, a love seat, a brown coffee table, and two
song that my mom listened to. I am not sure why, but there was
this one song that always stayed with me that had lyrics, “I wear
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Since I was too small to go to school, my mother would
to work. The lady of the house would greet me with a smile and
husband came and sat at the end of the little love seat where my
little legs rested. There was enough room for him to sit. It was a
faster. I was scared looking around for the lady, but she was busy
longer.
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mother, but I realized I was with strangers. I was so scared, and I
didn’t understand what and why this was all happening to me.
One of the times, the lady walked into the room and
But she soon turned around, quickly moving toward the couch
where I was seated. She pulled off the cover and saw what her
looked me straight in the eyes with tears in her eyes, and said,
their house again. I never knew why, but I was happy that it was
over.
Sister’s babysitter
the victim of sexual abuse from a very young age until I was 18.
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Sexual abuse became a norm in my life. It all happened because
man I had just gotten molested by, except for the fact that they
happening. One day, the babysitter took me away from the room
I was in with her sons. She sat me in the kitchen with her. I
didn’t know for what reason she took me with her. Maybe she
safer place.
She put an old coin on the table and told me not to put it
and the lady helped me until I threw up. I can’t believe I had
done that. Looking back at the memory of it, I still wonder why
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did I starve for attention. It was because I was willing to put
sexually abused by her stepfather from the time she was 4 until
She was 16, and my biological father was 27. They were
deserved was because she herself was broken up inside. She was
also torn apart because of the sexual abuse she went through as a
teenager. She had lost her innocence at a very young age and
probably events in her life had turned her into a coldhearted and
bitter person who at one time in her life became so selfish that
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she only thought about her own happiness, which is
understandable.
when I think of all the times when I got sexually abused, it feels
bad stuff for children of my age until that lady told me. I thank
God for people like that lady in my life who taught me that it
was bad for kids. Otherwise, people would mostly stay quiet and
situations.
because my mother never told me. I blame her for not letting me
know about sexual abuse. It was her duty to prepare me for the
evils of the world or even train me to fight the vice if need be.
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Technically, it was all her responsibility, but she turned a blind
eye and kept ignoring me with her work, letting me at the mercy
of several babysitters.
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Chapter 2 - The Pink House
The four years that I spent in the pink house were among
to play music on and sing along the songs; it was one of those
things in the house that made her happy. Another thing that made
us, kids, happy was a little swing set in the front yard.
wherever she went. She had friends from her school and
how her social circle grew bigger by the days as she met people.
She loved to hang out with them and party. Sometimes, she
would spend time with them in bars and clubs, and other times
she would invite them frequently to our little pink house for get-
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togethers in our front yard. All they did was smoke, drink, and
chat.
red and white table when a man came into our room. I had never
seen him before; neither did he look familiar. He must have been
us, but she was indulged in hanging out with her friends that she
consequences.
me up while I was still tied to the chair and put me on the bed.
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I could not understand what he was actually doing to me.
private part against mine. I could feel him, and I didn’t like it at
all.
tender mind wasn’t even ready to accept what had just happened
to me.
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I turned my face to the other side, struggling to breathe
own mother to this extent that she never heard my cry for help.
When he was done doing that filthy thing with me, I just
laid there for a minute. I was shocked at this man since I didn’t
know who he was and why he would do this to me. To this day, I
knew what good she could have done for me to protect me from
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as she could. So, it would have been useless to complain about
that man.
But my little sister got a chance to go out where the party was.
never took my eyes off of her that entire time she was out at the
party. I saw a man holding her and having her sit on his lap. I felt
that something was off, but my sister didn’t seem to mind it.
what was going on between them. Neither did I like the party
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and my mom’s friends, nor did my sister being frank with that
creeps, and I was scared for her. If I had caught that man doing
save her by all possible means I had in that little age. I wouldn’t
that it was her uncle from her real dad’s side. I now think to
someone? It is when they realize that they are alone, and there is
me out.
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I experienced a couple more memorable events in that
clue what they were arguing about, but I saw my mom run
toward the car, hurting the other girl’s arm as it got rolled up in
was my mother.
Stepped on glass
with his kids. We all would play together, and I loved their
company.
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One day, we were running around outside our little pink
side foot pretty badly. Hearing my screams and cries, mom came
my injury, and I kept crying like a baby. It was for the first time I
felt that my mother really cared for me. I felt great getting
sister and second cousin had planned to put the glass there so
misfortune again. All of the care and attention went off as soon
a mother not see how much her baby needed her. Sadly, it
that even the least important people in your life also need special
attention.
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However, at the same time, on one hand, where I was
her. I would bang her head on the wall and push her towards the
floor. I took all of my anger out on her and I regret it to this day.
I feel I was one of the reasons why my sister is broken till this
behavior and for everything that caused you harm because of me.
play with us, and I loved playing with her. One day, while we
were playing outside the house, an older man from the side
The moment she stepped in, the old man grabbed her
and began to rape her. He overpowered her because she was just
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a little 5-year-old girl. I was so scared and being of the same age,
loud cries made the man very angry. He asked us to leave after
he was done raping my cousin. I will never forget the face she
made from the pain the man was inflicting on her. We ran back
stronger at the age of five and made me think that I was able to
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don’t know why I didn’t. Is this something that I should blame
action against all those men. If only I had had hands that strong
to punch those men in the face and feet that fast to run away like
a hare.
and care. So, I thought that maybe harming myself was a good
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Chapter 3 – Returning Home
for love and attention. Being the eldest among my siblings, I felt
My Loving Grandmother
always seem to have the patience that most mothers fail to have,
just like mine. My grandma meant a lot to me for the things she
started writing this book. I want to talk about her in this book a
little and tell you how she was there for me when I needed
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someone in my life. For a while, she became everything to me. I
know how, but she always did it. She always seemed to have the
right solution for every situation. She was also a great cook, of
course, better than my mom. I wondered why her food was more
feel worthy of love, care, and that I deserved it all. She used to
playing with her because she would never get fed up, no matter
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how many rounds I went. She always had time for me that
came into my room. She realized how scared I was and made
where she washed me up. From that day onwards, I stayed with
dance while she was cooking. When she was dancing, she would
always turn to ensure I was there. Such was the attention I got
from her.
mother used to break over and over again. She was the best
that were thrown by my mom, letting the dust settle down on its
own.
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To my surprise, my stay became a little longer than
usual this time. Whenever I asked her about going back home,
asked how old I was I. I had no idea because I was too young. It
felt like years had passed on so quickly and abruptly that I had
story lined up for me. So, my uncle guessed that I was eight
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me, I was so excited to see what it was. He pulled out a plastic
spoon and a match from his pocket. He lit up the match and flick
had ever seen. I had so much fun playing with my uncle that day
didn’t.
because I didn’t know they were bad words. So, I imitated him
and sister.
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because I felt wanted. I even played house with them in their
uncles planned to stay up. So, they said to me, “If you ask my
mom, she will let you stay up because you are her favorite.”
if I hit my face hard on the wall, she would let us stay up all
nose started to bleed from the bang on the wall. At last, his plan
let me sit on her brown leather sofa to watch shows with her.
They liked to climb the sides of the wash, and that day was extra
special for them because there was plenty of water in the wash as
stay put since I was too little to follow them. They told me to get
back from the edge because I could fall in. I didn’t listen to them
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down into the wash and started walking alone on the sides,
which were a little slanted. All of a sudden, I fell in, not knowing
she took me to the grocery store. On our way back, the car door
almost fell out, but she grabbed me with all her might. If she
been alive. She saved my life. She didn’t realize what she made
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One fine day, while I was playing with my little tea set
age. She said to me, “Get ready! You're going back to your
She didn’t even know herself how she wanted to feel dropping
underfed at mom’s place because all she cared about was her
she was the only one who loved me. As a child, I didn’t get it at
that time. So, I was more than happy and excited to reunite with
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my mom, not knowing what her reaction would be after seeing
was happy to see me, she was happier about other happenings in
her life. I soon found out that she was going to get married to a
guy she had met a few months ago. He was 20 years older than
home with his parents. The house was white stucco, and the
paint was peeling off. There was also a hole on the side of the
house where we could see inside the house. There were two
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kitchen with a brown table. There was also a yard outside the
house that had some old trees planted. There was a guest room
well. There was a front and a back door to the house. The
condition of the rooms was also unsound as they had really dirty
and old carpets. We all slept in the back room while my mother
mom’s age while I was only six years old. He always made us
son, who was not less than a creepy creature. That was the
him in prison. The interesting part is that no one knew I sent him
to jail with the help of a social worker who created a report and
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(the highlighter part of the story is told in another chapter more
correctly. Can you add another story here it’s ok if its not truth
our house. One of those days, she came over and reached up to
sexual abuse. Therefore, when she asked me, I blurted out to her
to trust her and thought that she would help us out. I told her that
since my mom married this older guy, and we moved into their
house.
true that you have told me. But I do know that something wrong
is going on in this house. I promise you that I will find that out,
and whatever you are going through is not going to pass from
this day.”
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When she left, she told me to stay in the room and not to
come out. She went downstairs while the police came over. She
it were the perpetrator and ask why they would do that to me.
because we were not allowed to lock the door. She would find
sorry for yourself, little girl.” I hated her for that because she
I was a child who had been abused and molested all her
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When I grew up, I learned to distinguish between truth
and fake. I taught myself how to let go of all the fake things in
grandma was not actually what I thought her to be. She kept me
with her to help her clean the house and do chores like that. It
thankful to her.
to survive the time I spent with her because then I would know
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because my mom told them I was a liar. This was the reason why
I had to wait until I turned sixteen and acquire help from outside.
to me, but I want all mothers to listen to your child and believe
them.
because they will never let you grow. I left it all behind with my
past life and moved on with a new beginning and new goals.
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Chapter 4 – The Evil Lady
watch us over while she was in a hospital bed at home. She had
us sit beside her bed all the time and never let us move an inch.
Being bored, I would lay down and look under her bed at
down under the bed for hours and look at the installation trying
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weren’t there. Unfortunately, something unusual happened one
time.
sat down on the floor and started playing with our toys. After a
while, she slept on her medical bed while we kept playing beside
her bed on the floor. When she woke up, she could only see my
sister but not me. She panicked and angrily asked her if I was
answered “Yes,” but I wasn’t under the bed. Since my sister was
on the other side of the bed, the evil lady thought I was really
underneath.
her that I wasn’t under her bed, but she didn’t listen to what I
said and kept hurting me. While she was dragging me on the
honest, but she didn’t realize what the evil lady was capable of
doing.
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The evil lady was cruel enough to make me and my
sister cook in the kitchen at age seven. It was a difficult task for
we lived with her. It didn’t matter if she was in her hospital bed
knew that she was. When she found out how this evil lady had
treated me, she came to pick me up. She always knew that
me. So, she took me to her new house, which was bigger. When
him that before he came into her life, I already existed. I loved
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her for that but never realized how her love for me would
boyfriend, she got married to him and had a baby. I loved this
was white like snow. He had the most beautiful big brown eyes
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terrible to me because, at that point in my life, I was convinced
brush 100 times every day. I always wanted to have hair like
Rapunzel, so I did it faithfully every night until one day, the evil
The next day she chopped off all of mine and my sister’s
what hatred she had against our hair that she decided to cut them
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After many days, my mother took us to meet her
husband’s kids. The oldest daughter was a pretty wild one as she
liked to sneak out to meet men. There was a time when I wanted
She used to live in her own world and never had time for
us, the little ones. However, I still liked her until she tricked me
people in my life.
Her brother was a ruthless and mean guy. All the kids
slept in the same room on the first night in that house. My sister
and I slept on a king size bed that was in the room while the
smothering and pushing her down. I pulled his shirt at once and
left my sister and came over me and slobbered all over my face.
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However, I felt brave because I wasn’t afraid for myself. I just
save her. I always made sure nobody hurt her. Whenever a man
would hold her, I would stare at them until he would put her
down. I felt scared that my sister would be abused the way I was
inside. She never said what she felt when she was a little girl.
A cruel truth that I found later was that I wasn’t the only
anything that he could find in the kitchen and then made us drink
it. My taste buds are still burnt from the disgusting taste of that
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awful liquid. However, by then, I had known that if I didn’t obey
story. He was the grouchiest person with the worst attitude I had
him.
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One day my mother asked her husband to babysit us
cooler that went right through the house’s wall, it felt so fresh
don’t know what his anger toward us was about, but I feared him
not being very interactive with her own family. It was like we
lives. While she was away, the stepdad would make us do all the
was a strict and cruel person that my mother didn’t know of.
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Even if she had known, she would have let him do anything to us
him to the end, also knowing what the pedophile stepbrother did
to us.
from the world because she would never let us go out and have
fun like normal children. To this day now, I still wonder if she
home, and there was no one to save us. I was being molested
to believe me because they wonder how my life has not yet been
torn apart. They are surprised to see me happy and peaceful. This
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is what I want everyone else to understand that tragedies can
of your wounds and tears and let time erase your scars.
Pondering over the fact that the gashes in my life were brought
start over. I decided not to let anyone else take control of my life
invest in your happiness. Some people are of the idea that they
have to put up with their family even if they bring harm to them.
Let me tell you that you don’t have to do that. Don’t allow
anyone to take control of your life and harm you even if they are
know them well and if you find them damaging you, let them go.
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What matters the most is your happiness; if you don’t
have it, the people in your life wouldn’t matter. How will you be
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Chapter 5 – The Unwanted Wedding
had us her kids. She never thought about us while making such
big decisions in her life, like getting married. She had never
the wedding was quite a big change for us, yet she didn’t
unwanted one.
married. I never had the slightest idea that this wedding was
us to live with her new husband. Since her life revolved around
her own self, she never took it seriously to at least ask us her
children once if we wanted to live with her husband. And so, the
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When the wedding day came, my mom told me to put on
stepbrother. I wasn’t happy at all like other kids who enjoy and
important decision. She had no idea how her one move could
her own cocoon and in the life that she enjoyed living.
dressed for her special day, and she looked so happy. She was
filled with glee and couldn’t stop smiling. I was there noticing
carrying this man’s baby, whom she was about to get married to.
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My mother walked down the aisle so elegantly, and it looked like
it was her dream wedding. She was all dolled up, and her groom
was wearing the same color suit as her dress. They both looked
The Honeymoon
there, she decided to throw a party at the house. She called up all
sister. I opened the door to the room to see if she was there, and
she was. I was stunned to see what she was busy doing.
She was on top of her cousin's man while her cousin was
she saw me, she came up to me and started asking me what was
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wrong. She even put me in bathwater just to calm me down. I
was still sitting in that room where she left me sobbing in wet
going on. People from the party were gathered near the front
mother. Questions like where was she, why wasn’t she there,
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a constant position in my head all the time, questioning my
When she was there, she would be in her room with her
new husband and new baby. I didn’t even know he really existed
our new baby brother; in fact, she was probably caught up in the
for us. She let my stepdad discipline us, and at the same time,
she let people hurt us too, which was pretty ironic. This is the
when she acted as if she only cared about a few people in her
a tender age from your loved ones is one of the most unfortunate
experiences in life.
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said that it was inappropriate how our mom threw us into a new
fact that we needed her and that she shouldn’t impose her
children are whirled with them. They need to take their children
the fact that whatever I went through as a child was all because
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stuff toys as the objects for taking out my anger and frustration. I
had so much hurt in me, and I was brutally broken from inside
for what I had been through as a kid. It wasn’t only me who was
two of my stepdad’s children and ten children from the state who
that he was hurting them. I used to see the other kids crying with
pain and anger, and I just couldn’t stand and watch them. So, I
tried to tell my mom, but she would never listen to me. She used
would come out of the room and yell at me and say, “leave your
wonder about the fact that my mom had always been absent from
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the scene. She was never there for her children. All she did was
that my mom had with the stepdad was the only kid in the house
stepbrother. The kid always stayed with my mother, and she used
to keep him with her all the time. It was us, the rest of the
house. It was because one of the times, the stepbrother also got
kicked him out of the house and sent him to his mother.
She told us that he had repented from his sins, and God has
sister.
all this, she also became close to my mother. She became her
favorite child since she did whatever my mom told her to.
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However, when we were growing up, my sister came to me and
mom’s favorite was that she never snitched and told my mom
mom always thought that I was a liar. She thought that I made
things up.
house.
from my mother’s house, she received the news that the evil lady
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had died. The evil lady had died in the hospital bed at her home,
her to confirm the news and spend some time with the family of
there, my jaw dropped to see the empty bed of that evil lady in
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Chapter 6 – Life with My Step Family
where I first went. I had the most amazing teacher there that I
would never forget. She knew how to make her students feel
special. The sad part is that it was 1st grade, and I was there only
for a year.
felt afraid of men because I learned that not all of them were bad.
studying at that school. I starred in many plays like Jack and the
happy.
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I was such a crybaby that every time I made a mistake at
school, I would cry. I cried on petty things like dropping the food
people made me feel loved there. When the principal Mr. Diaz
getting hurt by men, and somehow, I became of the idea that all
men hurt children. So, I had the same thoughts about Mr. Diaz
he was respectful toward little girls and boys. I had a really great
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experience there because, for once in my life, I felt validated and
loved.
house.
family around there whom I could never trust for opening up to.
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fact, supposed to go to middle school, but then I took a test and
skipped the 8th and 9th grades and went to the 10th grade because
advancing educationally.
Instead, we would go hang out at the park or mall and spend time
see further in the book reading about my life story that at many
places, I had done things just to get attention and love. For
much love and care. She promised me that she would love me if
I married her son. Since I was pining for love and attention, I
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my life, looking for love as I had been an unloved child all my
childhood.
The Stepdad
emotions of mercy and love at all. He was way too harsh to the
insecure all the time. He used to tell me that I was prettier than
daughter, but she would see me as her rival, and I never really
understood her.
at the age of four. She had an indifferent behavior with us, for
which I started to despise her. She was never there for us when
of mother I had and all of the experiences, life has taught me, I
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am a great mother today. Remember that mistakes are a way life
The Stepsister:
and longed for enjoyments outside the house. When I first met
live with them. She was a promiscuous girl, always looking for
activities. After some time, she used to take me out with her as
well. I didn’t know why she would take me with her as I was
only 7.
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She got pregnant when she was just a teenager so she
started living with him. She is a big part of my story because she
was equally cruel like her dad and grandmother when she was
living with us. She was cruel to my brothers and me, and I
never liked.
with this guy to his house to pick up some things. I was still a
talk to her, but it seemed she already knew what was going to
happen. Yet I wondered how could she not respond to what had
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happened to me and never asked what was wrong with me? I
could see it on her face that she already knew and sent me there
with that guy on purpose. I still wonder what good it would have
brought to her having a guy rape me. Did she not want me to
stay a virgin? I am pretty sure it was the main reason because she
I actually confronted this rapist. I faced him not for what he did
I looked up to her and thought I could trust her, I snuck out with
her that night. The first time I went out with her, I saw her
cruising with a guy she loathed, but she would still hang out with
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him. I think my stepsister just needed someone to love her as she
too was lacking the love from her father, my stepdad. I sat in the
back seat of the car she was in, and they had their windows down
told her that I looked cold, but she did not care about me and was
looked out the back window and noticed how dark the sky was.
But the light in the streets made things feel a little less scary.
white house. This man was cooler, good looking, and had a big
letter. Later, my mother found the letter and asked me, “Did you
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write this?” It was a very sexual letter, but I never read it. (since
I didn’t know cursive at that young age) I just loved the way the
stepsister got punished for that, and the worst punishment I ever
saw her go through was when my stepdad punched her, and she
There was so much yelling in the kitchen that day, which truly
locked in her room with the baby that I later came to know was
This life became normal for me, and so besides all the
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the good in my life. I had great friends at my church, which we
me about God was the best thing she ever did for me. Because I
now know there was someone else in my life that could possibly
of teddy bears I would beat. I now realize how this worked like
therapy for me. My bear never got beat up for the petty things as
me. I would look straight in the bear’s eyes and tell that person
exactly what they did and how they hurt me. I cried so much
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When my mother or stepdad would enter my room and
the damage she was creating in me? Didn’t she care that her
so badly.
Neighborhood Pool
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Moved while the new house was being built
One day I heard my mother talking to my stepdad about
building a new house. She was so excited, and she told us kids
built. They named the builder, and we were very excited. Our
stepfather with us along with the mother that was mostly absent,
Bike Accident
There was a park down the street that was very familiar
On the way, they had a bike accident, which got them hurt badly.
already felt like something could happen the way the bike looked
all packed up, but back in those days, it was very normal to give
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The Neighborhood
she used to go to the church with us. That is why we were able to
have her as a friend. This girl was the girl of the world. One day
she called me and told me that she was pregnant. She wanted me
to help her and go talk to her parents. So, I left the house because
she lived across the street. I went to her, and we sat in her room
and talked about how we would tell it to her parents. Then she
told me that she had to take a test first. Actually, I knew nothing
what she was talking about; I was only there to support her.
at my mom and said, “Mom, you’re gonna let him hurt me that
believe that she let him talk to me that way as dirty as he was.
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I hated my mom even more after that day because she
somehow brought hurt after hurt to me. I hated her for letting me
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Chapter 7 – The New House
for us. In fact, he tore down the old white house and made a new
one in its place. In other words, the old house was demolished
that house, having enough space for everyone to fit in and adjust.
house was still never a safe place for me. I somehow still regret
stepdad came to live with us. It was also where the pedophile
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stepbrother became stronger and tried to take advantage of every
situation for his lust. This house was where the stepdad and the
bizarre activities.
house should have represented a new beginning for us, but for
me, everything was the same. I was still being molested, was
My Little Sister
house. My sister was the most beautiful little girl at the age 7 She
felt down and hurt. While we were living in that new house, she
Being in that house and living with that bunch of people that I
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Today, I am greatly thankful to my sister for bearing my random
for that violent act of mine. I now think that maybe I deserved it
for hurting my little sister. She was so sweet and loving that she
found out later in life. I was shattered to know that during this
whole time that we lived in this new house, my little sister was
being raped by two men in the house. I never knew that she was
thought I was the only one who was being molested. I was so
she was going through more hurt and pain than I was, yet she
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never complained about anything. She never told me what was
going on with her in that house nor the cruel behavior of those
two men in the house. I now regret that I was never there for my
responsibility to take care of her and protect her from all the
that my sister, too could become a victim of their lust and evil
I was actually very mean to her on the other hand. I never came
words could have been killing her inside and would break her
responsible for all the pain she went through the days of her life
living in that particular house? With all the discomfort that she
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atrocities. For this, I don’t think that I would ever forgive myself.
My sweet sister, I’m sorry that there was no one to save you
The Stepdad
however his nature was, there was a part of him that wanted to
enjoy and have a good time with his family. While living in that
take us to a canyon.
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(This is the exact trail)
trip since there was always a certain sense of unease that we felt
sister and I felt deep down inside, we still had to go out on that
trip with everyone since we had no option left. So, we got ready
and rode the car, hoping that nothing would happen to us there.
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(This is the exact area, but it was full of water, up to the top)
after a long walk. While everyone else stretched out their legs to
schemes and tricks that he would try with us kids. What he did
was that he set a blanket on the side of the lake for my mother
and new baby brother while we would stay on the other side of
around my brother, grabbed him, and threw him into the lake.
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struggled to stay on top of the water and rowed his hands and
him out of the water while I saw it with my own eyes that my
thinking that I had lost him, my stepdad went down in the water
from the bridge and pulled him out and up with one hand.
mother and questioned her, “Why did you let him do this to our
brother?” She replied, “It’s not a big deal; he’s just teaching
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thinking about how she could be so cold and heartless. How
could she think it was okay for her son to be struggling and
probably terrified from drowning? How could she not feel her
son's fear?
so mad at myself because I couldn't keep him. Such were the acts
my brother had died it that moment, I would have died too with
fear. This was why I never was willing to come along with them
became tougher day after day. It was like we were living in a pet
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We had never even gone to a grocery store because my
mom used to say that these places played worldly music that
house. She made everyone believe that I was a liar. So, everyone
that I turned to for help just put their back on me. Even the
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I remember one time I called the police for help; they
came to our house and took everyone out to the living room
them everything that was going on in our house – rape and child
But at the same moment, right when I was trying to speak out for
fear and that there was nothing real about whatever I had told
sisters, hoping if there was any one of them who would stand up
and speak for me, but there was no one on my side. Everybody
was scared to speak up for me and tell them that I was not lying.
that deep mud. The policemen didn’t believe me and left with no
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case in hand. I asked for help, not just once but several times,
All I can say about that new house was that there was
house, including the molestation, the hurt, and pain, was all
that we were stuck in, and there was no one to help us out, not
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Chapter 8 – Stepdad’s Odds
weird. We never know how strange they are until we spend time
were normal until the real world knocked them down with the
truth.
married, and my mom was happy after a long time, despite the
odd that he was 20 years older than her. Stepfathers are the ones
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two different types of his personality. Sometimes, he seemed to
wanted. His weird habits soon started to annoy us, especially me,
with this weird man and his family was the hardest thing I ever
had to do in my life.
met him. The first weird thing was that he lied to my mother
know. I mean, why would someone lie about these two major
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stepdad’s sister and her husband were babysitting us and talking
aside from the wall and saw it all. When my stepdad’s sister’s
stepbrother did to him, my brother kept quiet at first, but then the
man extended his leg and asked my brother (to show him what
the pedofile step brother did and my brother got ontop of his leg
and started moving his body up and down) to get on top of it. I
knew from that point that my brother was being molested by the
pedophile stepbrother.
house. I even tried to call the police many times throughout the
liar because that was a reputation my mother laid down for me.
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There was something strange and annoying about my
for me at that time. I used to become furious out of this rage that
at home nor outside, I felt so alone and helpless most of the time.
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For this reason, the only one being I realized might be listening
when I felt hopeless and despair. I used to ask Him what was
childhood, I had been looking up for answers for the things that
with us as we were truly his kids, but I knew more than anything
boys’ private parts like it was a game for him and pulling down
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their shorts, exposing their genital area either in public or at
home. He thought it was so funny and that the boys would start
that to each other. Things that were shameful and unethical for
manner. The one that hated this habit the most was my
ways. This filthy game died down after some years. I never got
fun.
for. Neither did I receive much care and attention from my own
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mother. This is the reason why I was unable to comprehend what
faced in my past.
all the hurt and torment I went through. Even though I was
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Chapter 9 – The Foster Kids
in a bad way; instead, the fact that I was already over every bad
life.
saw a bald little cute baby with a white diaper playing on our
living room floor. I asked my mother who the baby was, and she
but soon realized what she was talking about when more children
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insolvable sometimes. One of them was greedy enough to hide
the kids didn’t have to hide food or feel unsafe in our home.
Unsafe? Really? Oh, Lord! Someone, please tell her that she was
so wrong, I wished. Our house wasn’t a safe place for those kids
as well. They didn’t realize that they had just entered a dungeon
just about the food that she had to be sure about regarding these
foster kids. She never realized that these new kids, too, would be
fast as she could down our lightly dark hall in our new house. I
with a big smile on her face. She even giggled as she ran faster
down our real long hall. As she ran down the hallway, the
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pedophile stepbrother waited halfway down the hall. He
extended his arm to knock her backward so hard that her head hit
the hard-tiled floor. Her eyes started to roll back, and she started
and called out for help many times, hoping someone could help
her come back to life. I felt that she was dying since only the
her eyes unrolled again, and she started to shake and cry for help.
I helped her come back to her senses as I lifted her and took her
to the living room. I tapped at her face several times to shake her
come back to her senses. When she was normalized, I told her
room that night, I realized that I was scared to face or even fight
room after the incident, he stood there and just laughed, saying
she was faking it. I mean, how rude and cruel of him to even say
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that. It is out of the question of how a little five-year-old girl
I moved her to the living room carpet until she felt the
of all the evils being done to us inside the house. I remember one
around the new house and get behind me to rub his hard-private
part on me. I was so afraid. Every time I got out of his clutches,
kept trying harder to rub it off against me. I was hurt with the
pain I felt at that moment, but no one could help me out of this. I
any possible way, I could; why wasn’t there anyone for me when
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She was going to work, and my stepfather was on his way to a
felt inside but rather chose to turn a blind eye on me. As I was
the door and told me that I could go with him. I was more than
Later that day, I felt a weird vibe right from the entrance
her what was wrong with her. I asked her if she had done
had squished her and then wiped her off with a sock. I
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her off with a sock. I didn’t understand what that meant until
later in life.
was about to break it. I had so much hate in my heart for him and
little girl that bad who had already been raped by her father. She
help her. Why didn’t I think that there was a possibility that he
would hurt her when I left with the stepdad in the morning? Why
age? I was enraged, thinking about all the possibilities that could
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after listening to the banging on my stepbrother’s room door. He
hands to the floor. I got up every time until he kept saying, “You
But I was also so hurt and angry at the same time that I
him that I didn’t even feel the pain of the spanking my stepdad
was giving me. I was punished and sent back to my room. When
someone who could protect her. At the same time, my only goal
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I felt that if she became like me, she would have to go
like me. For that, I started being rude to her as I was always
scolding her telling her how to sit and eat properly. I became her
apart. She loved me no matter what I did to her, for which to this
against me. Why did the state choose us to care for these
children, and how could they make such a huge mistake? The
state was trying to save them from their sexually abusive home.
But they never knew that they sent them right into another
music. Our social life revolved only around our church and our
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wanted to be a good, Christian woman. However, my stepdad
was the opposite of faith. He was not very religious and had a
and would always defend him towards us; it was her blind belief
understood that she had me at a young age, and she regretted it.
maybe she was inexperienced and immature when she gave birth
to me.
you. How could you let us down this way and later play the
victim?
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Sometimes I think that whatever happened to my
I can see how my story, in fact, our story, will help many of you
out there. I hope that the things I have been through in my life
similar situations.
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Chapter 10 – The Christian School and
the Summer
safer and a peaceful place than the last schools I went to. I knew
bad things were less likely to happen to me. So, I was a bit
relaxed.
me.
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I looked up to my two aunts there - my aunt and my
long black curly hair and beautiful green eyes. Actually, I always
that nobody could ever hurt her with their attitudes. She dealt
my own cousin, of course, who was her son. I never felt that way
Maybe, my closeness made him feel that way, but I never meant
it. I never gave him any signals to come near me or any false
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hopes to be his girl. It was never more than a usual platonic hug
Life went on, and we were no longer close. But I still felt
the urge to be with him when I felt so lost. That event tarnished
one time, there were people around me, who wanted to be there
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to divert my mind from those scattered thoughts. We won almost
every other match, all thanks to our coach, who was tough and
determined. It was really her effort that brought out our A-game.
studies, I couldn’t get over the days I spent with my best cousin.
And yet here I was, no longer happy after the whole ordeal with
him.
more that we always loved to go to. We had the best time there.
She helped and clothed the needy. There was a huge room in her
house where she stored alms. She was a God-fearing lady who
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lived by faith. However, my uncles would always be upset with
her because she even let many strangers stay at her house. She
uncles built a separate house for her. This house was big enough
over in the summers. Since she truly lived for others, she
it, she said that the real riches are kept in heaven. I couldn’t
that day, I realize that she was right. She was always giving, and
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when the adults spoke to me in Spanish. At least, my second
because I knew that it was only Him who was always there for
when all other kids were enjoying a carefree life. I trusted Him
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because I already belonged to an ardently religious family. It was
extreme hurt that people gave me. I might have trust issues with
games. She took out all the cards, shuffled, and divided them.
into the room and threw himself on the couch. I was shocked at
eat me. That evil look scared me, causing feelings of insecurity
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and discomfort. (my little friend and I tried to run out of the run
but only she made it out)The moment I wanted to run out of the
once again.
full physical force. “I’m not going to let this man hurt me.” The
energy against him. I don’t know how I forced him and how I
where that energy had come from at that moment when I was
except that he was hurting me. That little girl (was nowhere in
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sight) stood frozen and scared in the corner. I know she wasn’t
to anyone.
mother was very happy to see me. Seeing my mother that happy
my life. I was also glad to see my mom happy because she had
entered the house, she took my bag from me, put it down on the
floor, and sat me down beside her on the dining table. She asked
me how my stay was, and boy was I shocked to hear her ask me
me showing concern.
I told her about all the fun and exciting things we did.
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every word I was saying. I didn’t want to stop talking about
had all her attention. This was the most special moment for me,
tell her how hungry I was at that time. I wanted to know if she
still cared about me. Instead, she told me to be quiet because she
had already heard me the first time. It was surprising how she
cut short. This sudden shift in her mood once again shocked me;
minute, and the next moment she was annoyed and angry. Her
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shattered, deeply, and brutally hurt because of my mother’s rude
which was okay with me. Because even if she would, she would
The day came when the pedophile was sent back to his
However, the happiness didn’t last long; within that same year,
forgiveness. She said that he would never do that again and that
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Mom had said the same thing about her husband, our
up this game for us, where he made us all stand in a circle in our
middle of the circle. He would let go out the bucket and whoever
got hit was out. It was a very cruel and dangerous game he
played with us. But that’s how crazy and evil he was. He was the
private area while she was jumping up and down. He hurt her so
badly that she felt pain in her private part for days. But I was too
made me confront the people who harmed me and then take their
to tell our parents that I had hurt her private area. I thought they
would send her away, and she would be safe. I thought they
that they would rather send her away, so she wouldn’t tell the
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caseworker about it. But my plan failed. When she told our
parents, they told her to stop lying and go to her room. I still
don’t think that my little foster sister knew exactly what she was
telling them. She was giggling as she told them what I had asked
has always been my favorite aunt until this day. I am not sure if
she knew what all of us children had gone through in that house
before her arrival. But while she was there, nothing happened -
But one day, when she left for the weekend, the
could only suspect by the way they would come out of the room
with their red faces and tears running? down their eyes.
happy, I was so rude to her. I blamed her for not being there for
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me because I knew that the foster children wouldn’t have been
hurt if she were there. She noticed my rude attitude toward her,
but I didn’t care. I firmly believed that she was the one to blame.
I have now realized that it was not her fault back then,
blame someone. She didn’t last that long, and I thank God for
that; my little cousin could have been hurt too with time. She
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God
His creation and are not allowed to question His ways and grieve
of God. The thought always scared me to ask Him. Yet the pain I
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was going through back then as a kid pushed me to take my hurts
to the altar.
you. He is watching over you and the pains you are going
through.”
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I never was. Since we belonged to a Christian family with good
better not entertain it. So, the only option was to turn to my one
and only Lord God whom I always had faith in. Thus, I decided
to myself. That day I went to church, and when the pastor called
us all to the altar to pray, I kneeled on one side of the very large
said:
each other tightly and pleaded with God to send me a sign and
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I was fighting within myself because I was scared of
but I took the chance anyway. I got this sharp pain in the middle
wet, but just the flow of it was what I felt. I knew at that moment
that it was God’s sign to me that He was real and that He was
with me.
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I became more involved in my church activities and
that the church was my sanctuary and my safe place. One day, it
was a service only for children, and I felt I had the opportunity to
get help. So, I confided in one of the women in the church. I told
stepdad’s thick black cop belt. I felt scared and hoped that they
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cousins and family members from my mother’s side. This time
coffee to another old lady. They talked and talked until the sun
late, and suddenly I heard the lady tell my grandma that she
her home.
she was kidding because her house was huge, with many
bedrooms, much cleaner and newer. I said, “Let’s go. I’m getting
sleepy.”
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With a sterner voice, she said, “This is my house.” I
I was shocked, but I knew this old lady would give the
clothing off her back if she needed to. So, I believed her.
That night I slept in her bed. The big cooler sticking out
the house I saw as I came first blew nice and cool air on us all
night. I slept like a baby. I always felt safe and happy when I was
with my grandma.
noticed she was drinking coffee from a cup that had a broken
brand-new set of dishes and cups. I asked her who had given her
that. She said, “Your uncle bought that for me the other day.”
But she was saving it for someone at her church that she felt
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having company over. I dressed up, and a few minutes later, a
lady came.
a locked room where she kept canned goods, clothing, and house
items. She had like a mini-store in that room, and people that
went inside that room always came out with bags of stuff. I saw
wanted to be just like her and help the needy. I was convinced
different side of the town; we were on the poor side of town. So,
I didn’t get to see my cousin stop much that summer. But I did
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It was just around the corner, so I knew it wouldn’t take
“Yes. Why don’t you count and I hide?” So, in the same room,
where we started the game, I hid behind the bed. Right away, she
asked what the noise was all about. I could see she was afraid,
and that scared me too. She said, “We were playing hide-and-
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He asked me to show him the spot. So, I walked over to
him how I was hiding behind the bed. I struggled to free myself.
didn’t tell her what had happened to me. I neither saw my friend
Mexico. Could that have been her abductor and not her brother?
It seems so weird to me now that the whole day I was there and
neither of her parents showed up. The home was so empty with
that it’s not too late and send her an Angel wherever she might
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She was still living with the rapist brother. I just pray
that he never did anything to her. I’ve never told anyone about
this incident until now. What you can learn from this incident is
that never let your child go to any house that you don’t know.
that I could trust her and tell her if anyone was hurting me. I felt
I could trust her, and I told her what the pedophile stepbrother
was no way she was going to return us to her. She told her she
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person who was abused and would let the same thing happen to
her kids.
our house. It’s nobody’s business what happens under our roof.”
your roof should only be the business of those under that same
him, he would put us on that list. When we were on the list, any
child of the house could cuss at us or hit us. He pretty much did
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felt I was stronger and could handle more than my siblings and
shit list.
was five and threw him outside for everyone to see. She wanted
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Like father, like son and daughter! They were all the
same evil people. To top it off, she would call him blacky. Those
his life. To this day, I truly don’t believe that my brother was
my brother, sister, and me. But when the hurt reached the
faith in Him.
watching me but still when I was pushed under with hurt, I used
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I am a saved soul now, and I want every suffering soul
people and situations where they can get caught. However, you
should never lose hope and faith in God because we are nothing
without Him.
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Chapter 12 – Becoming Mean
family because I thought this was the best remedy to fight back
things. I had reached a state where not even the slightest mistake
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Sometimes, I would go behind their backs and set them up just to
them out loud with my own tongue. But now it was that time for
with anyone.
I had a friend who once lied to me. The story goes like
this:
she shared all her secrets with me. She was a very nice-looking
girl, so boys always followed. Not that I was a little bit jealous of
her, I really just didn’t like how she seduced other boys while
were nothing like each other. When I recall those days, I wonder
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attractive uptown girl, while I was a dorkerella with no good
curious to see who that was. I can’t say if I had a kind heart back
then or mean at the same time, but I could feel others’ pain. I
The girl kept crying and didn’t answer me. I asked again,
face. I moved back, saving myself from hitting the door. She
came out crying while all her mascara was smudged and covered
half of her face. She started washing her facing in the sink.
splashes, she closed the tap, grabbed a tissue and started wiping
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off the mascara. I stood there, looking at her. I thought she might
need my help. While she wiped off her eyes, she suddenly
react to me.
“Are all boys like that? Why do they always have to hurt
the girl? Why? I mean, why?” Looking at me, she said in a shaky
She started to cry again, hiding her face with her hands. I
got closer to her, this time without any hesitation, because I felt
she really needed my help. I held her by the hand and took her
out to the church garden. The service was going on, but I found
it better to let her sit outside for a while. I don’t know why, but I
started to empathize with her. I could feel the hurt that she was
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I gave her a tissue to wipe off her tears and said, “It’s
okay. You can tell me whatever it is. I’m here to listen to you.”
her reaction as if she had been longing for someone to hear her
out. She started to pour her heart out to me. We talked for almost
an hour discussing that her boyfriend had left her for another
girl.
I could tell this because I had been a victim of their evil doings
church to get over too. Before we departed, I told her that her
secrets were safe with me. I saw that peace in her eyes when she
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hugged me as if she was screaming for me to be her friend. I
moment she saw me, she ran toward me excitedly and hugged
me. I hugged her back, and since then we became such good
friends.
everything. But I guess, once again, I was wrong. One day, she
was over my house and told me that her new boyfriend from
church had been kind of worse toward her. She told me that he
mistreated her and forced her to have sex most of the time.
console her. I really felt worried for her because I didn’t want
her to get hurt once again. I wasn’t even afraid to stand up and
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fight for her. So, I told her not to worry while I thought how I
him to the corner and warned him to stay away from Stacie or
her talking about my cousin that she wanted to date him. I was
actually the one who introduced him to her, which later I realized
this was how she could recover the hurt she had been through
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One day at church, when I went to the ladies’ room, I
saw Stacie chatting with the same guy from church she had
the same guy she broke up with?” My eyes went contracting and
person. I wasn’t sure at first when I saw them both from afar. So,
“Shoot! Is she back with him again?” This was the first
poor guy. But she seemed to be not caring about anything else in
back, she called me from behind, “Hey, you! Not that fast, girl.”
bashing me with her harsh words. She said, “Why the hell did
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I was speechless and had no clue what to say to her. I ran
back into the restroom so confused that I hit my foot with the
door so bad that it doubled the pain I felt at that time. She told
me that she had repeated it so many times that it wasn’t like that.
But I remember it was she who told me that he did so. I mean,
Anyway, whatever the truth was, I still felt guilty inside whether
she was lying to me. I never knew such people ever existed who
lied and cheated on people who were loyal to them and cared
about them.
course, it was she who told me that her boyfriend tried to rape
her, which is why I tried to protect her. What else could I have
done for her, being her good friend? But in the middle of all this,
I never realized that she was actually using me. She had basically
used me to keep her boyfriend away for a while so that she could
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When I figured out the whole story, I became infuriated
so much that it felt like I had become possessed. I went back into
the church and sat down to hear the preaching. I tried so hard to
All I could think was what a fool I was to be played at the hands
thinking about how I could bash her head on the concrete floor. I
heart. I heard the preacher say, “If God can forgive sinners like
God’s peace that started to settle down inside my heart with the
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listened to him. Amazingly, within no time, my anger calmed
boiling out of fury, I was now feeling peace inside me. God’s
calmed me down. It was not less than a miracle for me, where I
words to tell him how sorry I was for all the hell I put him
was the real culprit. If she hadn’t lied to me about her boyfriend,
things would neither have been that bad, nor I would have
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I think he eventually got over it because he never treated
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Chapter 13 – The High School Days
studying in, and she made our stay at home for a long while
people just like me who wore long skirts to the floor and never
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When she used to answer me that, I used to counter-
question her. I used to ask her to show me where the Bible said
miserable around kids who were a few years older than me. I
age. I wanted to become like all the other kids at school who
know about shaving my legs, which is why they were very hairy.
until a guy pointed it out to me. The first thing I did was an
bathroom. I made many cuts until I started getting the hang of it.
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At one moment, I thought that, in a way, it was good to be
myself how a mother cannot take the time to teach her daughter
the simple things every girl should know. Could it have been
time.
up the table and started to cry. I said, “No, I will not let him
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I was a teenager who used to act like a baby sometimes,
used to fear things that I didn’t want to do, just like a male
man with a white coat and grey hair look at my private parts
life until I had my first baby. At that time, I was a young adult,
she had pretty blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She was so cool,
and so was her mother. We had become such good friends that
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the abuse I had gone through as a child. She didn’t understand
why I was so clingy with her. She started to get annoyed by this
couldn’t bear me any longer. She told me that I made her feel
to tell anyone who would hear about my abuse. I had trust issues
wanted to stop the abuse, the hatred, the ignorance, and the
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saw him doing wrong to the children, I used to call 911 like a
me, and I used to hang up. Back then, if someone hung up after
things were really fine. That night, when I made the call and
hung up, the police came to our house. My parents called all the
kids into the living room to talk with the policemen standing on
wanted to tell them the truth about what was happening in that
house so badly, but I couldn’t find the words and also the
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Later that day, the policeman came up to me and said,
“If you call us again like that, you can go to jail.” This reminded
of what we are taught at school about the police that they were
always ready to protect us. I wondered how they could not have
protected us that night or why couldn’t they just see the hurt I
carried inside me. I just wondered why they couldn’t see how so
that everything I said was a lie. However, the worst of all was
that they got my brothers and sisters to go along with their story.
I knew the truth, but I didn’t care anymore about who believed
me or not.
I am done with wanting so bad for my family to see who the real
experienced.
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At this point, I am ready to let go and share with you my
story to help you grow and live a happier and healthier life.
Everything that I have told so far and what is to come will only
be for the purpose of helping those who feel that they don’t have
them and think it is their fault for everything that has happened
to them. Please, believe me when I tell you that nothing that has
been done to you is your fault. Your fault will only be following
the steps of the people who hurt you. But I truly believe that we
adult, you can change them at any time and become a better
person. Don’t ever think that your past defines your future; you
book and label yourself by your mistakes. This was the mindset I
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I just wanted to hear her say that she made a mistake, but
that never came to occur, not even up to this day. So, I adopted
forgive them. And that was the most freeing feeling for me in the
world.
brothers and sisters. Every once in a while, she did this, coming
siblings. Every time she came over, I wanted so badly to tell her
didn’t know how to do it. I didn’t know who I could trust to hand
those kids over. I would look at her and think to myself if I could
possibly trust that lady. But then I also thought that if I told her
I was just sick of going through the same hurt and fear
every day, which made me feel like I was living in a trap, and
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closet, being scared of the pedophile that he might walk in. I
social worker lady with our secret. I wanted the abuse to stop; I
wanted the kids to stop from getting hurt. I really didn’t know
the extent of the abuse they went through until I was an adult and
speak to me. I think maybe she saw the pain I carried within me.
She came over several times at our house, but she never spoke to
thought should I tell her or would she believe me. After the
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decided to do what I usually did. I decided to make up a story of
my own.
I wanted her to tell me that she will take the kids with
her to protect them. But instead, she put her hand on top of mine
and said, “I know you will never hurt the kids, but I do believe
had ever done anything sexual to me. The only thing that came
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I knew my parents wouldn’t permit me to go over, which is why
it in my vagina and all the other obscene details that came with
it.
problem she had with her boyfriend, but he didn’t want to hear it.
very disappointing for me. I turned around and looked at her and
I felt like I was being raped in front of her while she did
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once, my mother was present there and saw the pain herself that
I was feeling. But shockingly, she let him hurt me with sexual
tears run down my face. I still can’t get over how a mother could
turn a blind eye on her daughter for so long. How could she not
see how my heart was being destroyed by all the words that
but not for me. I hated anything that had to do with love or
same sex. She asked me this because she thought I was acting
mean, how could she blame me for not being a straight person.
Whereas all I ever knew was that males are bad human beings
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because they hurt children. All I knew was that they liked to hurt
girls.
force. I always thought that there were bad people out there who
mind that my step-father was cruel and unusual. But at this point,
I also couldn’t believe that the person who gave me birth, the
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Chapter 14 – My Relationships
especially the girls, spoke about boys and dating. Since I didn’t
friends. It wasn’t a French kiss but was just a peck, which felt
like a real kiss. I liked it for the first time, so I started kissing
every boy who wanted to kiss me, even if they were younger. I
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abused, but the rest of the things I did were just for fun and also
found out about it. He was so upset to know that I was kissing
his friends around the town. However, for me, I already have had
enough of all that crap. I had proven to myself that I liked boys
and that there was no way I could see myself doing the same
things to girls.
My First Boyfriend
(I
don’t have rights to this picture. Can I still use it? Could I
get sued?)
most popular guy in church. He had told them that he liked me.
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He would often buy me bears and flowers, which showed that he
was quite a romantic person. I can’t lie about the fact that
receiving gifts did make me feel special. I liked being with him,
but at the same time, I was also scared when he used to come
his life by going to church and staying away from gangs. He had
found out later. But for now, I was his current girlfriend.
many of his other friends and mine from the church. We used to
have so much fun as it was clean and free from any type of abuse
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had introduced to us. He told us that the person who was to play
the chicken in the game had to find everyone else in the dark.
We turned off the lights and hid, letting the chicken find us in the
dark.
find me since he got to play the chicken in the game. While I hid
him. I told him I didn’t want to be with someone who didn’t love
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God and that it was over. I don’t know why I did that, maybe
think about it now, and I realize that he wasn’t the person meant
wasn’t his fault, but I guess it was not good timing for the kiss he
protected by him. Whatever the reason may be, this new guy in
my life was a cool one from the church. He liked to race cars and
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because he let him come to our house and hang out with me.
awesome spot. It was a street that curved all the way through. He
down.
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share many of his personal things with me. Even though I like
him sharing his stuff with me, but still I wasn’t ready to share my
secrets with him. I thought if I told him about the things I had
would be able to see what I really felt inside; I felt like a dirty
animal.
house, where he also came over to spend the night. We all slept
in the living room because there were many of us, and there was
not enough space in the rooms. All my friends were from the
church; maybe that’s why my parents were okay with the boys
and girls sleeping in the same room. Everyone kept their distance
from each other, just like they had taught us at church that the
other.
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what did I do to annoy him. I thought maybe my talking
fearful like I usually did, for the first time, I wanted him to have
coming from a good person. I thought that it would take away all
the nasty and dirty ideas I was carrying from my previous sexual
abuse.
“I already told you I respect you, and I would never hurt you.”
That day I learned that any man could control himself when they
did that triggered that animal in them to hurt me, and they
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couldn’t control themselves. But this time, this wonderful person
Many times, while being with her, I felt I was dealing with my
stepfather all over again. She was just as angry as he was and
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they remained together if they were so unhappy. But you see, in
men. They have to make their choice work because they protect
what people might think about them if they leave their men. In
do so that they don’t look bad. For instance, all the abuse my
of her house and never let anyone else know about it.
a fake happy face so that everyone knows that they were happy
and satisfied with their lives. However, this didn’t work for me
about the pain that I had been through all my childhood. Be it for
and grandmother.
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Even though I would hear my grandmother tell people
that I was the biggest liar in the world, I still loved her
inside you grows, and that is confidence. You realize that it’s
took me a long time to let myself let go and understand that not
from the church invited me to go live with her. I felt it was the
best thing for me back then as I wanted to get away from all the
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She was so loud and fast that I couldn’t really understand what
live with a stranger woman and not with her. She was not an
easy person to talk to, and just like my mom, when you try to be
honest with her, she always felt attacked. I told her how much I
It was the worst thing she had ever told me because, despite it
this day, but it’s okay because of what I got to learn when I was
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person had once been a witch. She was a witch-like, the one they
witchcraft in her life. The first night I moved in with the Sister in
her church house, we sat at her kitchen table and talked about
how her life was about doing witchcraft. She shared how she had
to sacrifice animals and how she would spread her blood all over
and evil things that I had never heard of before. Her daughter,
who was a little older than me, used to practice the same
witchcraft.
this world that I could be with. I promised God that night that I
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I also told myself not to judge the Sister. After all, she
was a child of God whose life was changed because she wanted
know now that everywhere I went, it was for a purpose that God
had for my life; if it wasn’t for the Sister sharing her stories with
me, who knows how my life could’ve easily been conned into
family. She was still the same person, still sleeping around, but
the only bad thing this time was that she was married. I guess I
had gotten used to it, but I didn’t use it against her. I still looked
up to her in some way; I felt that she was also a victim of our
house but maybe not in the same way I was victimized. I felt that
her father did the same thing my mother did to us. He put his
house.
called ‘worldly music.’ All the music she listened to was very
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sexual; it didn’t make me feel uncomfortable, maybe because I
her guy friend to pick something up from his house; I went with
same where one of my uncles lived. So, I was familiar with the
place.
felt him struggling to get his fingers in. I was so innocent that I
didn’t understand what was happening. I had never felt this type
of pain before. I was crying and screaming for him to stop, but
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me. I could hear him grunting and struggling, trying to get his
weight of his upper body over the pillow that was smashing my
face. With his other hand, he was trying to rape me with his
out. When he got off of me, he was so angry that he could never
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because my family always thought that I was a liar, and so they
She claims to this day that she didn’t want to put her children to
the only one that could really keep the stepbrother away for a
Her other children did anything to please her, but I was a child
who looked for justice. She was ignorant of what was happening
there to speak about his evil deeds, he would have gotten a more
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severe punishment because, to my knowledge, he had also
her so much since we were kids, but our relationship wasn’t the
same when we grew up. She didn’t trust people anymore, not
even me. I was always trying to get her attention, but she would
She told me one day how her other cousin had stolen
from her, and now she suspected me as well that I might steal
from her. Even though I had lived a dysfunctional life, but I had
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feel more beautiful. She put me on a weight loss diet, making me
while until this point in my life, I had always worn long skirts.
That’s all I ever wore because that’s all the style I knew.
back home, I was able to move forward. I really thought this was
the same time, was already dating. We were not that far in age
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So, to fit in, I accepted an invitation for a date from a
guy. He was the son of a jewelry owner and had his own car. He
had told me about not letting any man brainwash me. He thought
weird was bad because if it wasn’t, why would your own mother
tell you that every time you made her upset. To this day now,
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slipped out of my mouth, and I told my daughter that she was
I said she was weird. I also explained that being weird and
the love I was yearning for. There was nothing I wouldn't do for
her. Even when she asked me to marry her son, I did. It was just
was tough, she never let a man tell her what to do. This was the
There were many things I copied from her, like the way
she cleaned and cooked. I even slightly copied her clothing style.
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But what I didn’t know was that later in life, this woman would
liar, which was why people stayed away from me. Whereas, this
to live with her and that she would take care of me because I had
away started to beat me every time he felt like it. Many times, he
me for no reason. Still, I was willing to put up with that and not
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would die for, and I trusted her. I knew she could protect me
stomach where my baby should have been safe inside. I cried out
me from everyone except her own son. The abuse continued and
death. It was pitch dark, and I was alone, so I didn’t know at first
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who was choking me. All I knew I was losing my breath fast.
never said a word and left. I became scared of him after that
night because he had almost killed me. Many times, when I was
ownership of him right away. She lived for that baby and bought
abuse.
in-law were. They actually hurt people to get what they wanted.
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rooms and bathrooms. She told me to go clean the back room. As
I was bending over to make up the bed in that room, a man came
in and closed the door behind him. I ran out of there so fast
night with only the front porch light on. He asked me a question
know what marriage was; I had just married him to make his
mom happy.
surprising for me. We had a good talk for the first time ever
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walked inside and screamed at his mother. He told me that she
and how she had been doing that for years. I was devastated to
know the truth about my mother-in-law and felt pity for him. I
thought could his anger be from him being his mother’s victim?
she started to show her true colors. I learned that this person
would hurt anyone or anything just to get what she wanted. She
raise the kids. It happened, but it didn’t last long until the mother
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One night I had a dream that four teenage boys were standing in
had four boys from this same abusive man. I realized the dream
was trying to tell me that I would have four boys, and I would
was able to upgrade and move into a bigger house. I even bought
myself a car. The father of the children would only come around
just to rape me. He told me that it’d not be? called rape because
So, I didn’t stop until he ran off the same way he came from.
His mother came around just to see how the kids and I
still loved her very much, but I just didn’t trust her. Especially
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when she shared the story of how one day, she grabbed her son’s
penis in bed, thinking it was her husband beside her. Now, when
I think about it, I realize how a woman could not know she was
with my boys.
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Chapter 15 – The Break-In
was happy after a long time that at least now things were going
my way. But there was still a void in my heart which felt like
with my life. I was happy with everything that was going on, my
kids, the new apartment, the car, my job, everything. But it was
the inside. I felt like my soul became heavier than all the betrayal
weight myself.
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The first time someone broke into my house was this
sneak into my house that way with God knows what intentions.
course, he was the father of my kids and I could never keep him
day while I was at work, I got the news of someone barging into
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my apartment. I called the police instantly as I had gotten scared
as hell.
them with the evidence for their lookout. In a few days, they
caught the thief, which was surprising news for me. I had never
Since the thief they caught violated his probation, he was sent to
come to see me. I was told that it was a woman who was in a bad
the lobby area, which was set for visitors. I was told that her
name was Joanne and that she had a kid with her as well.
entire space in a go, to recognize who she could be. Soon I found
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her, thinking she might be the one who came to see me. I had no
“Hello! You must be her, the one I’m looking for,” she
said.
she was.
also how dare she come to see me in the middle of such a crisis. I
soon as I told her to sit down and feel at calm, she started crying
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promised to return me the things I had lost even the amount of
money that her husband stole. I don’t know, but I felt a spark of
harm, but I didn’t know why I was convinced. I told her that I
will take back the case and will not testify against her husband.
grieving to being happy, and in no time, she left with her kid.
was her. He saw that I was hesitant, and it was almost like he
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read my mind. So I couldn’t help and told him the truth. I told
right thing and destroying this lady’s family that she told she had
When I reached the court, I found out that the need for
enough evidence against him that could easily bring him to his
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punishment. He was finally found guilty, and so I never heard
The Babysitter
look after my kids. First, she was not as responsible as she ought
to be. And second, she was one hell of an unreliable source for
absence. This time I was proud of myself for making the right
initial months after he was born, and I was satisfied with her
reason, she told me that the state had cancelled her license (add:
to watch children) to rent out a house because they found out that
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the person she was renting the house to was a pedophile. She
assured me that she would rejoin as soon as she would get her
license back.
was like my world came tumbling down. The walls of safety that
they were made in vain. I went in shock after hearing the word
through as a kid.
return after she would get her license back, I didn’t trust her
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every day. I decided that I would tell my boss that I was
from work told me about a daycare center for kids which was
for single mothers like me. What’s more interesting was that I
a couple of them until I felt I found the perfect one for my baby
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didn’t have a man in her house instead only had two daughters of
her own.
would have soon after. The babysitter got along really well and
so became close. What was even stranger was that I never could
really see her as a mother even though she was older than my
really loved the club’s environment that she took me to with her.
What I really liked about this club was that guys knew
people were drinking. I got clean attention from the guys there
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and never felt that any of them wanted to harm me; this went on
them with me. But I was so addicted to the club that I ignored
their pleas.
kids, with nice clothing and food on the table, I had become a
stay up until the morning and then be sleepy all day when I was
with my children.
choose what I really am. I was just going through life, not really
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thinking about changing more things for the better. Of course, I
regret that now I wish I could go back and erase everyone out of
my life and only live for my children. Please hear my words out
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Chapter 16 – Fontana Home
husband and son. To this day, I could count the times I had seen
her in my life. She had never been there for me. She left me
was very smart and a hard worker. I always felt like he looked
he only had me, and I loved doing those things for him.
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We were very close to each other, and he always showed
me love and respect. I was certain that he was not like that with
whore and a slut. I never knew why he felt that way toward
to me, “Thank you for being the love of the family,” in front of
I didn’t realize how important that was for him. I did love my
brother; there was nothing I would not have done for him. And
The first day when I got home from the hospital, I sat on the
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stop staring at him as he looked so precious with his tanned skin.
He was trying his best to open his eyes to look at me. I was so
man, whom I was married to, was standing right in front of me.
out chunks, I found the strength to put my baby in the crib and
chest; this was his mom’s doings as she was angry because I was
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While the two boys were in the room, they opened the
door to see what was going on. The psychopath pulled out a
face, and told him, “You better tell me the truth. Was your mom
happen next. I pulled him out of the room, locked the door
behind me once again, and told the boys not to open the door,
entire weight on me, trying to chock me. I couldn’t let him kill
and had to make sure that I didn’t stop breathing. I pushed him
off with all my might when the boys opened the bedroom door
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As soon as he got off me, I ran to the boys to save them
found a sharp piece of ceramic from the broken mess, and then
gently then pushed my two boys down to the floor, where I knew
they would be safe?(Im the one who put them on the floor in
wound that caused me to bleed. So, I knew this was the only way
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would kill us all. So, I ran to the front of the house to check if the
cops were there. I locked the boys once again in the room where
my days old baby was sleeping. After they were locked in, I saw
work coming toward our front door. She wanted to know why I
was all beaten up and looked like a wreck. She asked me if I was
hand slowly into his pocket to grab the knife. I screamed for her
She needed to protect herself and her baby, but she thought of
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in my living room, and the house became so quiet. I was in
believed the officer and thought it was all over. The officer left
before he was arrested. I was afraid, so I stuck the card under the
where I was hurt. I was surprised that I didn’t have two black
You are so strong that he didn't even leave a mark on your face.”
police walked right over the tunnel he was hiding in. He said he
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was going to take a shower, and then he would take us
somewhere.
card from under the stereo where I had put it and called him on
the spot. I whispered to him and told him that he was here and
after his shower, so I grabbed the keys to my car and threw them
when they get him. Even after all the torment he had put me
shower, I prayed to God and said, “Lord! If it’s in your will for
walked out of the house, I told him that I couldn’t find the car's
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keys. To my surprise, he pulled out a spare key to my car, and I
spare? I put the kids in their car seats while I was holding the
new baby in my arms. He drove us not too far from the house
would be back in a bit, and we waited for him in the car. It was
quiet inside the car as my little boys didn’t make a sound, and
I felt numb and stuck. I felt that maybe he had the spare
knew for sure the police were long gone. He finally came out of
the brick house and took us back home. The weird part about it
was that he parked the car outside our yard. Suddenly, I saw
help was here. One officer came to my car and said, “Don’t
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come out of the car until I tell you so.” Next, I saw them taking
that I could follow up with his arrest. After the police left, I
until he called me from a collect call from the prison and said he
me; this was the time when I knew that he would never hurt me
again.
home because I needed a new start. I took some time off from
scare the hell out of me. At every knock at the door or even noise
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from any other thing, I thought it was him coming back to hurt
me.
seemed happier as well. But there was one thing that made me
showing signs of anger, just like his father. I was very concerned
about that, but I also thought his anger would go beyond limits if
to treat him differently than the other kids. I wanted him to feel
anger go away. I never wanted him to feel unloved the way I did
with me, and I said yes. I let her stay in the second bedroom on
the boys’ bunk beds. The boys always slept with me at night (in
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The mobile home also had a back door, which my
by the bulb's flashing light in the room where my friend and her
baby slept. I got up to see what was going on, but the room was
she and her baby must have fallen asleep in my room. So, I went
back to sleep.
911. I asked her to put the baby on the floor, and I started CPR
on him. I noticed his lips and eyes were closed so tightly that it
and took over, giving him CPR. They rushed him to the
ambulance, and I told her to go with them and not leave her baby
alone. I sat there, shocked and half asleep. The detective took the
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what I witnessed. As he was putting away his pen and notebook,
he got a phone call. He told me that that the baby didn’t make it.
I was so torn inside and felt guilty. I felt that maybe I could have
done more, but the detective told me the baby had been dead for
a long time. He had fallen between the wall and the bunk bed
made the mistake of leaving my baby in the car one time. I still
him. But after that, I felt like being such a bad mother, thinking
New Friends
watch my kids. She felt that I needed a break from all the stress
that I was going through. But instead, I decided to just hang out
we ate dinner at her place. She had a son as old as mine, and I
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was shocked because she looked so young. She explained to me
that she had had her son at a very young age. We became close
friends as she was funny and spunky. Soon our friendship turned
beautiful family. I was not going out on the weekends and spent
most of the time at her house, eating and playing games. The
boys were allowed to run around her house, and she was okay
with the noise they made. I didn’t want to go back home until the
meet. I asked my other good friend if she could watch the boys
looking for the address until we found it. It was a green and
the door and knocked. She turned to me and said, “Don’t leave
me here alone.”
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This guy with dark brown hair answered the door and
friend talked to him like they knew each other for a long time.
and had a lot of gold chains around his neck and wrist. He told
out, following the roommate to his room. He said, “You can sit
stay longer in this room.” I asked him why all the windows had
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I was trying to act as comfortable as I could because I
didn’t want to give him a reason to get near me. But my actions
didn’t work as he got up, came near me, and sat by me on the
him that it did bother me a little. So, I told him that it would be
up a fight. Later I found out that his friend raped my friend too.
They wouldn’t let us leave as they wanted to get beer and party
with us, but they couldn’t decide who should go. The roommate
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or cause fear, and it worked. After a while, both of them started
to me that he had raped her and that she tried to fight him off. On
the other hand, I never told her what I went through that night;
talked any more after what happened. I was happy that I was
leave my boys with her boyfriend, who I didn’t even know she
had. Later, my mother picked them up that day. She was so upset
at the state of the boys she picked them in. She said that when
she picked up the boys, their diapers were full and hadn’t been
like that. I was still in shock at what happened to me, but I didn't
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The more mistakes I made, the more I felt I didn’t
member ever tried to help me. Everyone was living their lives
and taking care of their own kids. At times, I would tell myself
help me.
in-law, who was a drug addict and wasn’t such a great role
model. But she loved her grandchildren, and I knew that she
would never hurt them or let someone hurt them. Even though
loved her and appreciated her help with my boys. She never
made me feel like the boys bothered her, unlike how other
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mother was. I knew that my mother-in-law loved my children
but wasn’t so nice to me since I was the reason her son was now
was a very hard job for me. I had no choice but to keep moving
forward.
usual routine again. Going to work during the week and to the
the club to me, and no man ever tried to do anything. They knew
her house one day at the night club. Suddenly, she got pushed
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grabbed her hair and pulled her down. I just stood there in
disbelief, but I didn’t stay frozen this time like I usually did in
coming. The tall lady let go of my short friend’s hair and ran
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Chapter 17 - A Strange Lifestyle
it all starts with your childhood and your role models. If you
learned that not everyone was good for me. I learned that I could
become better at any time. The most amazing thing I learned was
or let into your life since you will naturally imitate who you are
around.
places just like this one. They were all the same - drinks, dance,
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and socialization. I never heard anything bad happening to
happening in the club since bad people aren’t that dumb to hurt
year-old son told me made it easy for me to keep her away from
something in her own nose. I knew she was on drugs, and it was
front of my child.
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My son started to act like he was smoking by putting a
blue writing pen in his mouth and acted like he’s blowing out
smoke. I told my mother-in-law that it was the last time she saw
my children. She said that if I took them away from her, they
would be dead to her and that she would never want to see them
But it was not over yet. She had a plan like she always
did when she wanted to get her way. One day, she called me and
said, “I understand why you don’t want the boys around me.”
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you can see, my story has been all about having bad judgment
He said he had got a report that there were some children alone
immediately. She didn’t want to lose her job, so she refused. Out
kids and the babysitter were OK. He said that kids seemed fine,
law told me that my son called and told her that he was left
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alone. I just couldn’t believe what I had just heard. How could
this be?
know much about CPS, but I did encounter them once when they
came to one of the houses where I was living. They claimed that
they had to check my home because they had gotten a report that
cause for my children to be taken away from me. So, she closed
the case, and I never heard from them again until now.
want to confirm it and said she knew anything about it. There
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One of the officers came out of my house and told the
CPS worker that my house had been trashed. She went inside to
trashed house with dirty diapers on the floor and milk and cereal
thrown all over the living room carpet. I found out that the food I
had made and left for the babysitter to feed my children was
there on the stove. The CPS worker claimed that that food had
been there for days, but I assured her that I had just cooked it
that morning.
apartment, the first thing I did was hug my children. They were
see that their mama was falling apart. I looked around the house,
could tell that a whole gallon of milk and cereal was poured over
the rug in the living room. The clean clothes were thrown all
over the apartment. In the kitchen, all the dishes were in the sink,
and it looked like someone poured the milk all over them to
make them look dirty. Every inch of the floor was dirty. The
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only clean, organized thing was my refrigerator. The person
house was a real mess at that time, but I never kept it that way. It
person later.
environment where they were living was safe for them. I didn’t
want them to leave, not even for a day, but this was the authority
morning. So, they packed the kids up in a big white van and took
I was hurt inside, but I knew that the CPS people just
time. She asked me if she could take a piece of my hair from the
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roots to make sure that I did could not use any drugs. She told
me that my mother had told her that I had been using marijuana
again, was trying to hurt me. So I agreed, and she took a sample
have been in danger, and it made more worried about her. After I
had heard from her. That’s when they told me what had
and left them alone because his sister didn’t show up when she
trashed. I felt relaxed that she was OK, but I was not happy that
she left my children with her brother. I still wanted to talk to her
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In the evening, the caseworker came back to my house
with the results. She told me that they came out to be diluted.
She said either I drank too much water or I did something not to
a laboratory and get a retest the next day. I went exactly when
the laboratory opened, took my ID, and sat there as they opened
the doors. I told people at the lab my name and the reason I came
there for. Actually, I forgot to ask the CPS worker about what
strand of my hair the day before to check if I had used drugs, but
the results came out to be diluted. So, I was sent there for the
retest.
was looking for. She told me to have a seat and that someone
to the CPS people that I didn’t do any drugs as my mom had told
them.
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After I was done, I went back home and waited for my
that my results were negative. She told me that they would drop
the kids off at 6 o’clock. I was happy to hear the news about the
test results and waited anxiously for my kids to get home. While
quickly as I could, carried the baby and took them inside. I asked
my oldest son, “How was their Safari?” They said it was fun but
new house right away. The caseworker told me that they would
yet. I was fine with that as I really didn’t have anything to fear; I
always had a roof over my kids’ heads, food on the table for
them, and many other things they needed. But I had no clue that
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A week after I moved and called them to let them know my new
deal.
aide. My first parent aid always told me what to do. I felt like I
had a bossy mother when she was around. One time she came
over and saw I had a big pot of Mexican stew on the stove. She
so I contacted the CPS and let them know my concern. They said
they would be sending another parent aid the next week and they
did so. My new parent aid was amazing; she was more cultural
and sensitive and knew how we kept vegetables out and liked to
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keep beans on the stove. Every time she left the house, she
would give me a big hug saying goodbye. I got close to her until
personal life, she was exactly how I used to be who did anything
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