by Donel Raum
I was molested at the age of three by a boyfriend my mother exposed me to. She went to the store and left me with him. I remember after, thinking I can never ever tell anyone.
He didn’t tell me not to tell. In fact, if I am honest, I would have to say, he probably didn’t even remember doing what he did in his drunken stupor.
But I remembered.
I remembered the fear I felt when I realized what was about to happen. I remember the taste I could not get out … Read more...