Sad
I wonder if it would be worse to tell my daughter she caught me snorting pain pills or let her keep believing it was coke.
I wonder if it would be worse to tell my daughter she caught me snorting pain pills or let her keep believing it was coke.
Three days later, I couldn't see his eyes, only his sunglasses and smile, two things that he wasn't wearing when he tried to rape me.
When I was 12, my family had to sleep in a family friend's garage and I didn't feel ashamed until her daughter told everyone at school.
When the doorbell rang at four o'clock in the morning, I knew the cop had seen my license plate.
At six-years-old my friends passed around a discarded, lit cigarette smoking it perfectly while I couldn't take a drag properly no matter how hard I tried.
My atheist neighbor has helped more people in the past year than my entire congregation has in the past ten.
I was her babysitter, her superhero, her mentor, her protector, her beloved father-figure all her life up to the day I molested her.