My own mom doled out the corporal punishment.
My step-brother handed out the sexual abuse.
My step-dad harangued me with constant deprecating comments about my body.
My step-sister painfully reminded me that although I had now received the same last name in family court that I would never be one of “them.”
This blended family in which I was raised was the perfect recipe to make me ripe for the picking later in life.
For predators can easily see that all I was seeking was just a crumb of affection.
What I had never imagined, was that such a predator would come along like a wolf in sheeps clothing and pretending to show said affection, just to exploit me….