What would
you say if I told you that I am in love with a girl from 8 years ago. A girl
that changed my life as I changed hers…
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What if I told you that I
had been abused at the age of 9
and sexually abused at the age of 11. Or what if I told you that 8 years
ago I trusted no one, not even myself. What if, 8 years ago, a boy came along
that changed my life forever.
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My name is
Matt and I am in love with a girl from long ago.
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My name is Melinda and this
is my story. My life. My words.
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I come from
a family of seven. A single mom, 4 brothers, 1 sister and me. Our father left
us when I was 3, when Mark, the oldest, was 12., and when Bill and Meg, the
twins and next oldest were 7. I
guess my mom is too strong to admit that the bills are coming down hard. With
Mark at college , and Bill and Meg on the way, there is no way to pay.
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I am one out of two
children. My parents are together but that’s not saying much. I think that my
mind is forever scarred from their arguments, the beatings, their words. I have
a little brother, Nicholas, and (before my dad beat him to death) had a dog
named Perry.
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I have two
younger brothers, twin brothers, Tyler and Austin. They are both 4 and growing
up fast. But on with the story, as you know my family is struggling. We are
slowly sinking our roots into poverty and I am scared for Tyler and Austin. By
now they think it is normal to have one or two meals a day and to weigh way
less than they are supposed to. It tears my heart apart to see their full
smiles and shining eyes and bony bodies. I haven’t seen Mark in 4 years and my
twin sister and brother , Meg and Bill, and working around the clock to help
support mom and help pay for their tuition. My world is falling down…..
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We used to be a happy
family, one with whom I felt safe enough to sleep with an unlocked door at
night. Then came the day that dad experienced the real night life, full of
drugs, sex, and alcohol. My mom didn’t suspect anything at first. Dad stayed
after at work a lot of times. But one night he didn’t come home. My mom can be
clingy sometimes, so she called the architect firm he works with only to hear
this:
“I’m sorry ma’am but we fired your husband 4 days ago. He
wasn’t showing up for work and none of his doctor visits checked out. We
excused him ma’am, so sorry”
The man hung up the phone
and left my mom looking off into the distance with the dial tone ringing in the
silence. She cleared her throat and told me to take Nick to my room. I grasped
his little hand and we both walked to the room. He must have sensed something
wrong because he said not a word and he went to sleep quickly and quietly. If
we had looked behind us, we would have seen my mother crying on her knees. From
then on I knew nothing was going to be the same again. By this time I was 8 and
Nick was 4.
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