As a young girl the boy next door pulled a chair away as she intended to sit down at the kitchen table. A harmless joke infecting the rest of her life. It hurt, hurt more than anyone could imagine. She didn’t live in a time where doctors were consulted and girls were taken seriously. Her life was a hard one and she lived with it, the terrible pain that didn’t left only get worse as time passed by.
She had to work hard and new she needed to study, take care of herself because she would never get married. Being in pain alone is easier to handle as taking care of a husband, having a family of her own.
She struggled through life, was kind and generous and became a teacher. The children she never had her profession gave her. She wasn’t a mom 24/7 but cared, she cared more than anyone would ever know or admit.
That pain, that terrible pain never left her but she didn’t blame the boy next door not sued him for the harm he had done to her, the fact he had forced her to live in pain, give up on her future, a family of her own.
She could have had a great life if she was born in a different family, if her family would have been good, at least had given a try to love or support her. Instead they fought each other and after their divorce the situation didn’t get any better.
Mother’s new boyfriend a pastor raped her and she tried to kill herself.
Help… It was never on the way. No one believed her, no one ever asked her, there were no fellow sufferers or support groups. As her foster mother tried to help her, spoke out, she was sent away and told she harms her.
Carmen… A smart intelligent girl, good at school, was locked into a mental institution. They kept her in isolation for weeks, put her on a straight jacket and forced her to take medication. Medication that would make her stop telling this kind of nonsense, lies.
She fought and after years she lost the battle. Her fight to be heard, her cry for help was ignored because of caretakers who didn’t care, parents who never had and a selfish pastor.
She always had been kind and the best student. She was loved, been raised by great parents but never been one of those popular girls. It wasn’t that she felt the need to be one but that doesn’t mean either she felt flattered as she was asked for a dance.
Her marriage was the best day of her life. From that moment on her life went downhill. He didn’t care about her or the children and in short time she turned into a nervous housewife, a fat, dull woman without any friends, the type of woman he despised although she kept smiling.
She didn’t feel the need to speak out, tell his colleagues about what he did, only wanted to be left in peace, find a way out.
She found a way, fled with her two children but could never forget, always stayed alert. She tried to smile, but her vpice said more than words could do.
From a beloved and great student she changed in a single mother afraid to speak, scared for the world outside till anxiety finally killed her.
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