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So there comes a time where you have to figure out how to let your mother know what is still happening in your own home. This time I was about 12 years old. It wasn’t that long after the boys moved out the house that this happened to me. At this point in my life with how much anger that my mom’s now going to be second husband was showing towards his own boys for what they did to me I couldn’t feel more confused on if I should trust him or not. It came to where he and I had a common interest in TV shows so when it came down to us watching Star-gate together we would watch it on a different TV so that my mom could watch what she wanted. And one time when we were watching the show he decided that he was going to have his hand crawl in my shorts and cop a feel. I was shocked and stunned and mortified all at the same time, how could I be supposed to use my voice and speak out and tell my mom what is going on. I seriously didn’t know what in the world I was going to do until I got to school and I told the counselor that I was already seeing regularly. He called the CPS and got them involved and well when it came to interviewing the family and me, that bastard had them believing that I was just making this fucking shit up. WHAT THE FUCK do they think they where thinking? After all I have been through why in the world would I make this up, just to get attention they said. Which is fucking bull shit? Complete bull shit that theory is. So at that point in my life I did everything I could to not be home. I even ran away and started staying at what is now my ex-in-laws house. They took me in and let me stay with them for a few months, they believed and understood that I didn’t want to stay at home anymore. That I felt unsafe and as long as I was going to the same school I don’t think my mom really had a problem with it. And the only thing I can sit and wonder is how a person could damage a child so bad that was already having issues trusting the male figures in my life. Let alone have prey as already damaged as I was. He tried his hardest to gain my trust to where I would call him dad every now and then and he did that to me. That son of a Bitch! How could he invade my trust and just shred it like that. At this point in my life I was I was furious with my mother for not seeing what was going on with me, to believe a man over me her own child. What was I to do at that point I couldn’t trust my mother or anyone else in my family because that bastard got people believing that I would lie about anything just to get attention. Fuck that shit. I believe this is good for now. I will continue my story another day.