I'm so lost. I hate being down, all I seem to write here are negative things but it helps to let it out. I try my best to be positive and look happy. Everyone who knows me will say I'm a happy, smiley, positive person but the truth is I'm not and I feel that I'm so close to losing it completely.
In October one of the monsters who abused me for 10years came to my house. My family know what he did but they still let him in. When it came out they told me not to press charges because they'd deal with it. Their idea of dealing with 'it' was to send me to Pakistan for a break, two weeks after they found out I was alone in a foreign country with relatives who I'd not seen for years. I was there for the six week summer holiday period and I wish I could explain how deserted and rejected I felt because maybe that would help me somehow. When I began to think that was the worst of it, was I WRONG. A visit to the village brought another blow in the form of that abuser also being in Pakistan and needless to say with only strangers around me who knew nothing of what had happend the monster had his way time and again througout that 'break'. They knew he was going there, he only lives 5 minutes away and is family. How could they do that to me? Was it not bad enough that they sent me away from them, alone.
How am I supposed to respect them, love them and see them as parents, my 'guardians'. I'm so torn between love and hate for my parents. It hurts. They obviously weren't told about what happened during that break and since then I kept quiet about any shred of personal thoughts and feelings with my parents and everyone else. I have only told one person about it and the other two monsters but know I have to live with it alone.
My parents continued letting him into my house, without reproaching him once and I locked myself in my room every time he was around. I refuse to go to his house and so hardly see my cousins. The situation continued with my dirty secret remaining unspoken of until October.
He came over again with his family. I was unaware of the visit so was wandering around my house as usual and saw him, he just stood there and smiled at me as if everything was OK. Again I wish I could describe my feelings to help myself but it's just not possible. After this I stopped speaking to my parents. We live in the same house, I wander around them as if they're strangers. Why couldn't they see how much it hurt me and confused me, did they not care about me at all? Was family respect worth more than helping ease their daughters pain? It goes without saying, and it won't be said regardless because that's not the 'done way'. I have to live with it and continue as normal in order to save face in the community, but when did I do wrong.
He told me he did he because I was his favourite neice. That I was evil. That I was bad. That he 'cared' for me. That I made him do these things. That it was my fault. That he was helping me. That I made him do it.
I'm trying so hard not to believe that but look at all the evidence, even my parents still sat with him, laughed with him, made him feel welcome. They ignored my feelings, everything overrode me without question. I must've done something wrong. I know I'm bad now, evil. That would explain the other two monsters aswell. Coincidence? I think not, not anymore.
So together we ruined my relationship with my parents, God, attempted suicide, cut myself and now I'm bulimic. He's got seven beautiful kids, a wife who stuck with him even after finding out about me and two consequent affairs, a business and all his family looking up to him with respect. I can't even stand my own reflection. All I want to know is when it will end. When I can feel real again and smile because I'm smiling and not to keep others happy and thinking I'm normal.
It's eating away inside me and I just want it to go away. I want to forget. Repent. Become whole and pure again. I try my best to keep others happy, I just wish I could experience it myself and lose myself in good feelings. I wish somebody understood me and wouldn't look down on me for what I did.
Why do people do bad things?
I just want peace





12/05/07 @ 01:35