I believe — and I believe that you can choose to as well. Loading comments… Trouble loading? And then my sister went to bed, and I sat in his small, dimly lit kitchen, on his lap, as he nuzzled my hair and then my ear and neck, and squeezed me hard and soft at the same time. Order by newest oldest recommendations. They all rely on us not telling — to save their reputations, avoid consequences, and keep on abusing. The werewolf would howl, he said, his thirst for the blood of children relentless, until one night he came charging through a window of a house trying to catch the little girl inside. Uncle Doug did not hurt me physically, but he laid the groundwork for who and what I would become with men throughout my adolescence and into my early adulthood — a wreckage of fondled girlhood looking out a dark window whenever a man was on top of me. I chose to narrate my own story, rather than let the one Doug told persist any longer in my own mind.
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