Trust is something that is earned, isn’t it? Can a person ever truly trust another person ever again or can a person be so scarred by events that there is no such word in their vocabulary?!
When I was alot younger, I thought that the world was so perfect! I thought that my family was perfect! I honestly was so naive that I actually believed we were kinda like the Partridge family or something! I never thought I would be MORE WRONG!!!
I honestly thought that mom’s ‘friend’ was a neat guy; of course, I was only 4 years old at the time. But, I remember every single moment of that awful night as if it was yesterday! I don’t know how I will ever get that image out of my brain. But, I did all that I could to try to ignore him!
You see, it started with my mom throwing a party! Although I don’t remember the reason for the party, what I do remember most is that the hardwood floors in the house were so sticky and smelly and I just hated having to get up in the middle of the night and walking across those awful floors just to use the bathroom. But, I did just that. Then, back to bed I went. I snuggled into my bed with the blankets around me and never gave anything a second-thought (after all, I was just 4 years old), not much to think about at that age!
After I came back to my bed, it seems like it was just a few minutes later that this person was sitting on my bed, gently whispering in my ear for me to ‘roll over’ so that he could ’see’ my chest! I still remember everything about him! It still disgusts me to this day! I guess he got a little impatient with me because I was not following his requests to roll over! At this point, I had actually slid my arms up and onto the corners of the mattress and I was holding on for dear life. I never wanted him to roll me over so I just laid there on my stomach clutching the mattress as hard as I could. He continued to sit there on my bed and rub my back….and slowly he began to rub even lower on my back! I am thankful for one thing about this situation and that is that he never did roll me over onto my back! I refused and I fight him. But, you see, I think he was in such fear of being caught, because he never raised his voice to me and he never struggled that hard with me! For that, I am truly thankful! Eventually, he gave up and left my room. The next morning, I just tried to pretend that everything was o.k. My mom never knew and I never told my dad anything about this.
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