loui50
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So my therapy assignment was to write a letter to my stepfather who abused me. I wanted to share it and hopefully get some feedback before I have to read it out loud in therapy.
Let me just start with I hate you! You hurt me! You were mean. Your wants and needs always came first and you didn’t even seem to care about me or Heather. You are controlling and self-centered. I lived in fear when I lived with you. Fear that you would hit me, throw me against the wall, fear that you would rape me. You didn’t respect my boundaries. I was your daughter, not a sex object. You touched me in inappropriate ways. You acted like I was just an object for you to use. You left me with a sense of shame and guilt that I can’t leave behind. I dreaded hearing your car pull up to the house. I didn’t feel safe when you were home. Emotionally safe or physically safe. Do you have any comprehension of the scars you left behind? Do you even care? I use to wish I would die because I didn’t want to be around you. I use to go to bed at night praying that I wouldn’t wake up. All because you were a heartless monster that I had to live with. But you know what, you don’t get to win. You may have left scars and you may have used me, but I have formed relationships with my family that you couldn’t even hope to have. My husband and I respect each other, care for each other and support each other. My kids know true love and safety. They know that their father and I will protect them. Something every child should know. I didn’t get that safety as a child. I was scared. You yelled at me and threatened me, hit me, sat on me, threw me against the wall. You were angry all the time. I could do nothing right in your eyes. I felt insignificant. Unworthy of love. You only cared about Michael. I guess I never truly was your daughter. Why did you say I was? For Mom? You didn’t care about me.
Let me just start with I hate you! You hurt me! You were mean. Your wants and needs always came first and you didn’t even seem to care about me or Heather. You are controlling and self-centered. I lived in fear when I lived with you. Fear that you would hit me, throw me against the wall, fear that you would rape me. You didn’t respect my boundaries. I was your daughter, not a sex object. You touched me in inappropriate ways. You acted like I was just an object for you to use. You left me with a sense of shame and guilt that I can’t leave behind. I dreaded hearing your car pull up to the house. I didn’t feel safe when you were home. Emotionally safe or physically safe. Do you have any comprehension of the scars you left behind? Do you even care? I use to wish I would die because I didn’t want to be around you. I use to go to bed at night praying that I wouldn’t wake up. All because you were a heartless monster that I had to live with. But you know what, you don’t get to win. You may have left scars and you may have used me, but I have formed relationships with my family that you couldn’t even hope to have. My husband and I respect each other, care for each other and support each other. My kids know true love and safety. They know that their father and I will protect them. Something every child should know. I didn’t get that safety as a child. I was scared. You yelled at me and threatened me, hit me, sat on me, threw me against the wall. You were angry all the time. I could do nothing right in your eyes. I felt insignificant. Unworthy of love. You only cared about Michael. I guess I never truly was your daughter. Why did you say I was? For Mom? You didn’t care about me.