Everyone sees me as this bossy happy chick that walks around the school with confidence. No fear. Well... I'm not. I'm broken and it's time to enter reality.

I was molested. But I am NOT a victim.
I lost everything...
My mother chose her husband over me
She won't let me see my brother and sister anymore and they live with that man... he could be doing the same thing to them and I'd never know.
Is it wrong to hate your mother? Yes. But was it ok for her to do that? No.

This is one part of my story. I am hurt. But only bc I let him hurt me. I didn't fight back... I am NOT a victim.