You fucking left me. 8yrs old and you fucking left me. What was I supposed to do? My brother was 4. FOUR. How is a 4yo supposed to fend for themselves?
There was no-one to feed me, I had to scavenge food.
There were scant decent clothes. I had the humiliation of trying to make the best of myself and being judged by my friends.
I had no coat in winter. NO COAT IN THE SNOW. It was so bitterly cold and I had to pretend I was ok to my friends. I died with humiliation.
I had to freeze to bear being sexually abused by my dad in the bath. Can you imagine what that was like for a little child? I tore the skin off my feet till they bled afterwards. I could never escape him & where were you to keep me safe? Where were you when he repeatedly 'play' drowned me at the local swimming pool? I'll never forget those long seconds as I looked up through the dancing surface of the pool, choked to desperation. Where were you when he made me dress up in slutty women's underwear? An 8yo in red crotchless panties and a matching emply bra. Where were you when he vented his full anger on me hitting and hitting and hitting until my lungs physically stopped working? Where were you when he threw me down the stairs? Where were you period?
And now you want me. Now you need me. You're dying for the shame of being cut off by your daughter. I don't fucking care actually. I don't fucking care how embarrassed you are. I don't fucking care how much it hurts you. I don't fucking care about mothers day or christmas. I don't fucking care.
I don't fucking care.