Over the next 6 months, I struggled with the reality of the world I was now living in. Every day hoping it would be my last. Jack had quit drinking shortly after the first rape. Therefore, he was no longer physically beating my Mother. However, Jack would continue to rape me at least four times... Continue Reading →

I returned from my Fathers refreshed and rested. I enjoyed my time there between family time and at the hockey arena. This drove my Mother crazy. She hated that my Father had a passion for hockey. She never understood that I loved being at the hockey arena. It made my Father happy and I enjoyed... Continue Reading →

  It was Christmas morning and the house was quiet. Dallas had vacated my room by this time. I laid in bed and enjoyed the peace and quiet while thoughts of the night before ran through my head. I could not believe that we really had opened all of our gifts last night. But I had... Continue Reading →