The day Angeline came into my life I didn’t expect for her to change it.
One day in mid-December my mom, my brother, Angeline and I were sitting in Angeline’s living room.
We were there for somewhat of a prayer visit, to talk with and help each other through God with problems we may need a third-party perspective on. I was silent most of the time because I wasn’t used to or particularly interested in being there.
Right before we left Angenline asked if there was anything else we wanted prayer about. For some reason I still can’t explain, I told her there was something on my heart but I didn’t want my mom or brother to hear. They waited for me in the car, and I told her I was molested.
The word felt dirty coming out of my mouth. …show more content…
He brags all the time about how successfully he protected all his kids, “I didn’t let just anyone around my kids” and “my kids didn’t grow up abused and neglected or any of that shit.” Telling him “you missed one” would break him. Plus Josh is his nephew. I don’t want to create any tension in the family.
What about your sister?
I don’t want to give her any more reasons to resent my dad’s side of the family.
What about your brother?
He’s too protective of people he cares about, especially me. I don’t want him wanting to hurt Josh for what he did.
What about you?
I’m fine.
How would you know if you’ve never dealt with it?
I’m fine.
You’re not.
I’m fine! Amber Glow
Me: “I have something to tell you guys, and I’ve been meaning to for a while.”
Mom: What is it?
Silence
Me: “I never thought this day would actually come, it’s a little awkward.”
Dad: “Just tell us, baby.”
Me: “It’s not really that simple.”
Mom: “Do you want to turn around and tell us?”
Me: “No, I have to see your faces when I say it.”
Mom: “Do you have a boyfriend?”
Me: “No.”
Mom: “Do you want to have sex?”
Me: “No, it’s nothing like that.”
Dad: “Why don’t you stop asking her questions so she can talk?”
Me: “Alrighty. Here goes.”
Silence
Me: “I was molested as a kid.”
Silence
Me: “So yeah. I’m okay and everything, like I don’t need therapy.”
Mom: “Was it someone in the family?”
Me: “It was