I, as a person, keep a lot of secrets. I'm always afraid of judgement and myself being weak, but I suppose I can tell you somethings. You see, my stepfather married my mom when I was like five, and got her pregnant a year later. My real father, he was a P.I. according to my mother, and he died on the job while she was pregnant with me. I'm named after him. Anyways, my stepfather treaded my mother like a goddess. It was so she never knew how terrible he was treating me. He gave me took many chores for a boy to do, and wouldn't let me eat all day until they were all done. They were never all done.
Same thing with practice. When I'd finally finish my chores, I had to practice for hours on sleep deprivation and no food. I will admit, I got really good, but not on my own will. And if I wasn't good enough, he'd hit me.
When I was eleven or twelve, I got my first crush. He found out about it and punished me. Not only did his drunken arse beat me, but he raped me too. And he continued this punishment until I was fourteen and my mother finally found out after my little brother told. So she kicked him to the curb.
Yeah, it's not as bad as yours I suppose, but that's what happened to me. That's what messed me up. Sorry for that monologue.
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I, as a person, keep a lot of secrets. I'm always afraid of judgement and myself being weak, but I suppose I can tell you somethings. You see, my stepfather married my mom when I was like five, and got her pregnant a year later. My real father, he was a P.I. according to my mother, and he died on the job while she was pregnant with me. I'm named after him. Anyways, my stepfather treaded my mother like a goddess. It was so she never knew how terrible he was treating me. He gave me took many chores for a boy to do, and wouldn't let me eat all day until they were all done. They were never all done.
Same thing with practice. When I'd finally finish my chores, I had to practice for hours on sleep deprivation and no food. I will admit, I got really good, but not on my own will. And if I wasn't good enough, he'd hit me.
When I was eleven or twelve, I got my first crush. He found out about it and punished me. Not only did his drunken arse beat me, but he raped me too. And he continued this punishment until I was fourteen and my mother finally found out after my little brother told. So she kicked him to the curb.
Yeah, it's not as bad as yours I suppose, but that's what happened to me. That's what messed me up. Sorry for that monologue.