You 2 Can Overcome

Introduction

I will warn those that are reading this that this book will prove emotional. Thus, no, this is not just a book about what happened to me. This is also about and the majority of this book is about how I got through what I went through and how I got to where I am today, where what happened to me rarely affects my life.

My experience is that the men in my family were abusive to me, whether verbal, emotional or sexual. This happened in my life from the time I was approximately 12 to the time I was eighteen. Three men in my family repeatedly used all forms of abuse and it ruined my spirit. It quite literally pulled my heart out of my soul, and it caused me grave emotional problems.

The home I grew up in was not positive. It had a lot of alcoholism involved. My home was not what normal people deal with, as it was a very abnormal situation. Meaning, that insanity, was the only word that I could use to properly define my home due to my parents lifestyles. There was always drama at my home. My parents lived in constant denial and they did not have a healthy relationship with one another. I am not upset with how I was raised today. As, I know my parents “tried”, they just had little resources to work with, and they quite literally did not know how to live in the solution. However, the sick part was that from another person looking in, people thought that our family was a normal family. Even though, my parents fought with each other on a daily basis. Alcohol consumed the family, parties, etc. My parents just were not happy and they had no idea that there was a solution.

Unfortunately for me, the abuse started when I was about twelve, when my body started developing, and the abusive parties were in my family. What I thought at the time were my closest family members. My father, my uncle, and my grandfather were all in on it, as sick as that was.

It started when my grandfather started asking me to go on vacations with him. When, what kind of a family in their right minds would send a young girl on vacations with a sick old man, and it just progressed from there. Unfortunately for me, my family members never believed me, the child. They believed what the abusers said and they just thought that I found this kind of stuff amusing and that I was creating this in my mind much like a fantasy. I do not know which were sicker the people that were abusing myself and/or my immediate family.

My parents had no time away from me and they selfishly sent me to Florida. They sent me out there with the reasoning that I was being sent to Florida because they never got the opportunities to go to such expensive places. My grandfather always said the abuse was our secret. He told me he would go to jail if I told anyone, and how wrong I would be if I told anyone. He would open and close savings accounts in my name to make sure I never told anyone. He was very sick and trying to buy me like I was a material possession. Thus, he knew exactly what he was doing, and how to get away with it.  He had the typical mind of a child abuser. He was so charming and he always sent my parents expensive things. My parents were into rich expensive things, so they thought everything was all right.  The sick man totally played the game. He always had a way of explaining things. He justified and rationalized everything in his life.