Why Me?

Growing up I was always scared of my father. There was nowhere to go, nowhere to hide. When my mom got tired of the verbal, physical and emotional abuse, she would just pick up and leave. I was left to fend for myself.  I was only 4 years old when my mom left for good and my dad hadn’t wanted me since the day I was born. I was worthless, and nobody cared about me. I started to believe that no one was going to save me. I felt so alone, so beneath myself. My father would bash my head into a wall, throw me across the room, choke me, and hit me with the phone when I tried to call for help. I just wished and prayed to God, "why would you do this to a person, why me?” I was only five…


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