Abaigh
Student
- Jan 20, 2020
- 115
this is the only place I can talk to about it.
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This is gonna be really long, sorry
For a bit of back story my dad used to be my favourite person in the entire world. My mam and him were split up and I saw him every second weekend but if given the choice would have lived with him.
He was really fun, charming and calm. He never ever shouted at me he would always take a calm approach.
He had a girlfriend named Therese who I liked and she had a son shea who's dad wasn't in the picture.
My brain has blacked out a lot of it so might be a bit confusing.
when I was really young maybe about 7 not exactly sure but was sharing a bed with my dad because he was only 16 when I was born so he still lived with his mother. I woke up during the night to his hand on my arse down my pjs. I was really scared and didn't move. I just passed it off ashim being asleep and doing it unconsciously thinking I was Therese (his gf). I eventually went back to sleep.
nothing like that happened again everything was fine, until I was 13. We weren't sharing a bed, he told me I could sleep in
I woke up again to him kissing my neck and memory gets blurry, I then remember his on top of me and then memory blurry again, then I remember being in a completely different position And him having his hand on my arse down my pjs. Through the whole time I felt frozen and terrified.
mine thing that really gets me is that I have no clue the full truth of what happened I only remember parts.
I know I shouldn't but I still love and misshim but at the same time I hate him so much.
I reached out to his girlfriend to ask if she was still with him hoping that she would say no and that her son and her were gone and safe but she said the opposite.
She didn't believe me and she still lived with my dad with her son who is really young still.
TW
This is gonna be really long, sorry
For a bit of back story my dad used to be my favourite person in the entire world. My mam and him were split up and I saw him every second weekend but if given the choice would have lived with him.
He was really fun, charming and calm. He never ever shouted at me he would always take a calm approach.
He had a girlfriend named Therese who I liked and she had a son shea who's dad wasn't in the picture.
My brain has blacked out a lot of it so might be a bit confusing.
when I was really young maybe about 7 not exactly sure but was sharing a bed with my dad because he was only 16 when I was born so he still lived with his mother. I woke up during the night to his hand on my arse down my pjs. I was really scared and didn't move. I just passed it off ashim being asleep and doing it unconsciously thinking I was Therese (his gf). I eventually went back to sleep.
nothing like that happened again everything was fine, until I was 13. We weren't sharing a bed, he told me I could sleep in
I woke up again to him kissing my neck and memory gets blurry, I then remember his on top of me and then memory blurry again, then I remember being in a completely different position And him having his hand on my arse down my pjs. Through the whole time I felt frozen and terrified.
mine thing that really gets me is that I have no clue the full truth of what happened I only remember parts.
I know I shouldn't but I still love and misshim but at the same time I hate him so much.
I reached out to his girlfriend to ask if she was still with him hoping that she would say no and that her son and her were gone and safe but she said the opposite.
She didn't believe me and she still lived with my dad with her son who is really young still.
