This is for all the girls whose fathers broke their heart before any boy could. Dealing with an abusive father from before I could remember to around fifteen years old, has been a major problem that I have had difficulties solving in my life. My father has taught me things in life that I would have never have learned if it wasn’t for what he put me through. From the extreme abuse to suicidal thoughts, it’s been tough to make the best out of my past, until the moment everything went for a loop.
I was around 6 years old my first sister was born, Emily. She soon became my world and I treated her as if she was my own. Soon being hit and kicked by my father became common in my everyday routine. When I was about ten the abuse is when the abuse got worse. The day started off just as usual with Emily and I playing outside while my step-mom cleaned up the house. My father came …show more content…
I would go to hang out with my friends and have bruises all over my body and they would always ask about them. I took ownership of his actions. I always told myself, “If you just listened” and “if you were just pretty or successful in something, maybe he would love you more.” Time after time I repeated this. I thought I was useless and dying was the best thing I could do for everyone. I picked up a pen and wrote a poem that I knew they would find next to my body. July 17th 2013, I tried to commit suicide. I sat in the bathroom with the knife held to my side, and I pushed. I just started crying hearing my father walk in the door and from the pain, he heard me. He ran into the bathroom, saw the blood, and rushed me to the hospital. Five hours later in the emergency room, he realized that what he did to me the past 10 years, put a strain on me. After my stitches, the doctor left the room. My father grabbed my hand and once again changed my world by only saying three simple words… “I love