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"My dad, my mom, me, and my baby sister would all sleep on a mattress in the truck bed."
One day he brought a friend with him to also have sex with me. I then realized he didn’t love me. He just thought he could use me and get sex from me.
In the third grade I didn’t know how to spell tadpole. For every letter I missed my dad would whip me across my back with a leather belt until I would bleed.
As the dreams continued I began to focus on the issue of forgiveness concerning my dad.
"I was trying to fix the hurts that were in my life by just numbing them. It wasn’t working. I knew something was wrong because I was ready to kill myself."
I realized it was me. I was the one that had the problem. That was the first step in getting the help that I needed.
The times I would overdose, and go to the emergency room the doctors would say, “Do you have a death wish?”
"No matter what situation you’re in, there is hope and God is able."
I thought that I had nothing to live for. I thought that I was the most worthless mother on the face of the earth. I was no good as a wife. As a mother. As a daughter. As a friend