My mom left that dickhead when I was just about to turn 16. My older sister spit in his face as we walked out the door. I mean, he beat us a lot, but I thought my sister's reaction was quite virulent. Now I know why.
So we lost all contact with that family and moved states. I started high school and tried to forget all the ****ed up **** I'd been through. And for a while I deceived myself into thinking I was okay. Holy **** was I not.
Since I live in another country, I don't really keep in contact with my sister that much, but we're on good terms and have no problems with each other. She once came to visit me here, and that's when she broke down and told me and ked about what really happened to her.
So, yeah, as far as sexual experiences go, my childhood was ****ed up.
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