My “sex” life: my 11th birthday
A true story continuation of how my father would rape me after my mother left us. And he had something special saved for my birthday. After moving to our new house, my father turned the attic into his “private working area”. I was never allowed to go down there and I’d get yelled at whenever I even looked at the door for too long. I wasn’t sure exactly what he was using it for, but I often saw him carrying some building materials down there and heard a lot of drilling and tightening of bolts. On my 11th birthday, my father woke me up with a smile that shook my core. “I’ve called your school to say that you won’t be in today?” “Why?” I asked. “Because I have a surprise rise for your special …