Not Daddy’s Little Girl Pt. 2

Fred’s grandmother  waved her hand “hello” to me as he continued to lead me through the apartment into the bedroom. Why are we in here? Oh my god. Why. Are. We. In. Here? Making out was fine and dandy but “more” was just too much for me now. He nor anyone else had to know…

Bye Daniel, Hello A.R.E. Pt. 3

Talk about funny! Donald was hilarious and had a laugh that made you laugh, just because. Infectious. But that was him. He was kind, thoughtful, affectionate, and interested in shy ole me. I don’t know why talking to him made me think of my father. I secretly thought of my father whenever a male treated…

First Mistake Pt. 2

I wasn’t excited anymore. Not about being back. My family excited me when I got to spend time with them. My god sister Niki would come over when my sister and the kids came to visit; I loved seeing them together. We all grew up as one big family and it was always good to…

Things Get Better, Just Not Quite Yet

Just a year after my 8-year-old self was (I loathe using the word) molested, I was relocated to South Carolina to live with my grandmother and great-grandmother. I was 9 years old when I realized my mom couldn’t take care of me anymore. I was torn between “can’t” and “didn’t want to”. It was a…