It all started at the age of 8. My parents where divorced, so I lived with my mother an siblings. My mom started dating/ seeing other men . At this time he started staying over or living with us not sure. But one day I woke up for school an didn’t feel so well . My mother wasn’t home , assuming she was at work . So I asked him if I could stay home because I felt sick . He says yes an tells me to lay on my mother’s bed . So I did. Minutes later he comes in an lays next to me . As a child I seen nothing wrong with it . I then asked if I could have some chocolate because I knew my mom always had some . He says yes but that the chocolate is in his pocket an that I had to get it . So I reached my hand in his pocket an grabbed ahold of what I thought was the chocolate. I soon realized it wasn’t chocolate an that is was his penis so I let go . He looked at me pushed me back an got on top of me. He stayed there looking at me an I guess realized what he was doing was wrong an told me he was taking me to my grandmas. I was so glad he did because who knows what he would have done to me that day . I never told my mom . Years later we moved to a different state . We stayed with my aunt an he came too. My memory is a little scattered but I do remember him touching me out in the open. We where in the living room an he was sitting on the couch an I was behind him like a piggy back . He would put his arm behind him an start rubbing on me . I obviously didn’t know exactly what was going on but I did at the same time so I was scared to move thinking I would get in trouble an only loved when it started to hurt because he was rubbing so hard . We ended up moving back into our own apartment. An at night when my mom would be sleeping he would come into my room an try to touch me I was older like around 11 or 12 . So at this point I had have enough of it so I finally told my mom what he has been doing to me since I was 8. She kicked him out an told me she was sorry. But he came back I was heartbroken. She would tell me to put my bike in front of my bed room door so he wouldn’t be able to get in . I never understood why nothing was done why he was still in my house . I later found out he was physically abusing her . I hated him an I still do . Now that my mother has passed away he has tried to get into contact with me a couple times telling me I look exactly like my mother. I couldn’t help but cry an wonder why he had done those things to me an why he feels the need to have any type of communication with me at all. I am now 26 with 4 children of my own an not a day goes by I wish I would of spoken earlier an wondering if things would have been different if my childhood would have been a little better..