Family Annihilator
No. Not in the common sense of the term. But in a way that was probably worse.
My step-father, Ken, started abusing me at 4, which I have said before. I tried to tell at 9 again, I have said that before. Shortly after, he kidnapped me and took me to Salt Lake City, where his abuse got even more violent. He was arrested for drug possession and kicked out of the state, taking me with him. When we got back home to Tucson, my mother let him back in, despite what he had done to me. I then had to protect my 3-year-old brother from him, putting myself in the middle and taking the abuse instead of him.
A year later, we kids were taken away by the State due to my mother's drunkenness and his drug addictions. We were separated and sent to different foster homes. My sister was eight, and my brother was five. We were never together as a family unit again until we were all adults. Though I did not realize it at the time, the damage had been done. For years, I desperately tried to make us a family again, but it was too late.
I haven't spoken to my brother since 1995 (his father was my abuser) and my sister in 15 years. I found out all of us had been molested at different points in our lives, with mine going on for the longest, at 13 years. Our family was annihilated by a man that couldn't keep his hands to himself. I never told my brother what his father had done to me and what I saved him from.
So. I have no family. Because of that man. I have been on my own since I was 10. I was the only one who got treatment and I am at peace with the situation now. Our family is gone and that is sad. But I will never forget what was done to us because of him.
My step-father, Ken, started abusing me at 4, which I have said before. I tried to tell at 9 again, I have said that before. Shortly after, he kidnapped me and took me to Salt Lake City, where his abuse got even more violent. He was arrested for drug possession and kicked out of the state, taking me with him. When we got back home to Tucson, my mother let him back in, despite what he had done to me. I then had to protect my 3-year-old brother from him, putting myself in the middle and taking the abuse instead of him.
A year later, we kids were taken away by the State due to my mother's drunkenness and his drug addictions. We were separated and sent to different foster homes. My sister was eight, and my brother was five. We were never together as a family unit again until we were all adults. Though I did not realize it at the time, the damage had been done. For years, I desperately tried to make us a family again, but it was too late.
I haven't spoken to my brother since 1995 (his father was my abuser) and my sister in 15 years. I found out all of us had been molested at different points in our lives, with mine going on for the longest, at 13 years. Our family was annihilated by a man that couldn't keep his hands to himself. I never told my brother what his father had done to me and what I saved him from.
So. I have no family. Because of that man. I have been on my own since I was 10. I was the only one who got treatment and I am at peace with the situation now. Our family is gone and that is sad. But I will never forget what was done to us because of him.