Geminii

The tale of a Geminii
2020-03-05 16:08:07 (UTC)

Backstory

I guess the best way to start this is to give you a little background on me. I am a 39 yr old female. I lived the first 10 yrs of my life on military bases which for the most part was fun, except when I was around 5 yrs of age. That was my first bad experience memory. At the time of course we lived on base and my parents had visitors who had come and stayed for a visit. One of these guests slept at the foot of me and my sisters bed. Well one night he decided to wake me and guide me to the foot of the bed where he slept. I don’t remember every detail but I do remember. The worst part is I didn’t know what he did to me until 7th grade in sex ed class. That sucked trying to hide the tears of realization from the rest of the class. That same person was a trouble maker for the family for a long time. The rest of the time we lived on bases wasn’t bad except for my father cheating on my mom, I have no clue how often that happened, I only know of 1 instance during that time.
Things didn’t start really going downhill until we moved to the southern region of the U.S.. My dad went back to school and we lived with my great grandmother to begin with, which wasn’t bad . Then we moved into some low income housing and I think the stress started to really take a tole on my dad then. That’s when the beatings really started, I mean we used to get our butts busted but the beatings were a whole new category. I have had the breathe knocked out of me to where I was struggling to get another, I have had half my face black and blue. He had a belt that had raised designs to where the welts were in that design and he got you were ever he could. I could look at that man wrong, not even knowing it, and that would get me a beating. I guess that’s what having 5 kids and little income can do to a person.
Now even after the military we still moved around some. There’s a time period where we moved up north and at some points had to live with relatives for a short period. We of course ended up coming back to the south and living in my great grandmothers house while she moved up north with her girl.
I have spent good portion of my teen yrs with men always trying to get into my pants some preteen yrs too. Still never lost my virginity until 16, at least by my own will that is. For instance, my mom had her buddies over and they were all drinking. Well I fell asleep on the couch only to awaken to one of her friends with his hands down my pants fondling me. His excuse was “ Oh I thought you my girlfriend”. I’m calling bullshit on that. Pretty much to sum it up, I grew up with an abusive father, a lying mother, and other forms of abuse. As time goes on more will come out but I think I’m done for today. It’s nice being able to speak out without the worry.




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