I did everything he wanted, I let him do what he wanted, even when I began to feel it wasn't right and tried to fight I still felt that I belong to him.
He showed me alot of attention, mostly bad and harmful, I thought that was all I was worth. After being rejected by my birth family I didn't feel anyone would want be, just felt like a waste of space.
Hi Lilstar,
Anymore, I just keep trying to tell myself that I belong exactly where I want to be. I know all about feeling displaced, heck... I've been living with my carer for three years now, and my belongings are still in boxes.
The words I quoted above touched my heart to the core. Thank you for sharing them. My parents threw me out at 17, and I ended up in the clutches of a pimp. I absolutely felt like I belonged to him, and that I was worth nothing more than the street value of a common whore (our stories match only in part, but the emotions are the same). I did what I was told at all times, which saved my life and any physical injury I might have sustained otherwise. But the emotional scars are more than I can bear sometimes.
We'll find a place to truly call home eventually. But the most important thing is that we don't belong to anyone, and our worth will be based on who loves us, not on how easily controlled we are. I'd lay money on it that neither one of us will ever be in a position to be taken advantage of like that again.
Be proud of yourself,
~Meli