Tuesday, June 25, 2024
My number one regret in life is not saving evidence of all the times you molested me as a child. A lot of people thought there was something weird about the way you acted around us kids. Little did they know, you were forcing us to give you oral sex and you were performing oral sex on me at the age of 4 years old up until I was 12 and finally told my family what happened and my mom was smart enough to call the police and report it. You made cry one think we lied. But children don’t lie about that. You have ruined my entire life and I’m glad you’re dead. I stopped believing in god when I was 12 because of your cult. You took my innocence away. I didn’t even know what was happening to me when you were molesting me. You have caused me to be so mentally messed up that I will never truly be able to be happy. You stole my childhood. You took away all my toys when I was 4 and I wasn’t allowed to watch cartoons or color or be a child because I was supposed to be grown according to you. I made dolls made out of sticks and balls of mud as a toddler because you took away my toys. You made my mom throw away my favorite Barbie night gown because it was “see through and inappropriate” after I had a sleepover at your house with YOU KNOWING you had just molested me that night IN THAT VERY NIGHT GOWN. I was 5! I remember one time as a little girl you showed me porn for the first time. You showed me a woman giving birth in a bath tub first, then you went on porn on tv and started showing me Girls Gone Wild. I remember it all. When I tried to close my eyes and turn away like my mom taught me to do when there was a kissing scene on tv, you told me to watch because “you’ll be doin the same thing in a few years” and so you forced me to watch porn with you. And when my mom came back from the store, you told her “yeah I was flipping through the channels and there was a woman giving both in a bath tub and I immediately clicked off that so ANONYMOUS wouldn’t watch it” you stole my life away. You killed every animal I ever had. Every cat, every dog, you murdered them. And made me watch sometimes. Every dog you got you shot in the head. You lied on me to make my father whip me with a belt so you and all your other cult members could stand on the porch and watch. You had grown men sit on me, trap me in boxes, lock me in the dark, hold me FEET FIRST dangling off your second floor balcony, and worse. You pinned me against my parents, you made them split up. You are the antichrist and I am so thankful you died a pitiful death. I only wish I would have saved one of your cloth like paper towels that I always thought stunk that you used to wipe the sperm off your penis after making me use my hands and mouth on you as a child. I remember you used to throw it in your trash can right beside your recliner chair beside your wood stove heater on those flat rocks. I remember every detail, I even remember the smell of your …. You get the picture. You ruined my childhood. These aren’t even half my memories. You ruined Christianity for me, I hate you and I hate god and the thought of your fake religion. I’m glad you’re dead, I only wish it was so extremely more painful and long and drawn out. I wish you suffered for years, in excruciating agony begging and pleading for some kind of relief only to never get it. I hope you screamed and cried 24/7 begging your fake god for forgiveness on your wretched pedo soul. You make me sick.
