As most of you know, I grew up in an alcoholic family. My mother drank (Everyday), my step-father worked at a Liquor store, he drank. My aunts, my uncles. They all drank. So it was so normal to see beer anywhere I went. It was nothing for me to call my mother's work to find out why she never came home the night before. She was arrested and put in jail for drunk driving. I never thought anything about it.
Anyways, the arguing only got worse as I got older between my mother and step-father. She finally ended up finding someone else, and divorcing my step-father of 9 1/2 years.
So my brother and I packed our things and went with mom. To the country, on a farm, literally over the river and through the woods. Well, her drinking habits came to a slow hault after a year with her new husband. Things started to look up for us. My mom wasn't drinking, and she was happy. I was going into high school, and I was soooo excited.
(I don't want to offend anyone, but this gets kind of personal)
One night as I was in one of my daily rituals of making faces in the mirror at myself after getting out of the shower, I felt as though someone was watching me. I ignored it, and kept smiling at myself. Something in my head said "Turn around and look in the hole". So without thinking, I did. Putting my eye to the hole, only to see an eye on the other side staring back at me. I covered the hole with my hand, and quickly sat down to look back through. The eye was gone. I sat there a second or two to see my mother's husband's son walk out of the room.
I'll never forget it. It's all so clear in my head to this day. I finished getting dressed as fast and quick as I could, ran out of the bathroom shaking. I ran to tell mom. She was on the phone(of course). She seemed shocked at first, but then didn't think anything of it.
Two years and many sleepless nights past. I would wake up in the middle of the night to find him standing over my bed doing inappropriate things I wont even say. He would just turn around and walk away.
I spent the night at my aunts one saturday. The next morning I woke up and felt like going to church. I draggeg my cousin out of bed, and we went. I accepted the Lord as my savior on April 29th, 2004. Seemed like things only got worse.
9 months after I got saved, I had to move out of my house and into my aunts due to everything coming out in the open about my step-brother. (By the way I was only 15 when it first started, and 17 when I thought it ended. He is 26 years old.)
Anyways, I converted to a holiness church to be on my own with God. After getting over depression, I decided to live with my dad. Well, I went on a trip to Alabama to the Ramp with my original church. When I got back home, all my stuff was packed up, and they had moved. So I had to go back to my aunts. It was always arguing and cussing there and my spirit man couldn't stand it any longer. So I had no choice to move back in with my mother and step-father, and his son, and my brother.
That is where I am now. You know just yesterday I caught him doing the samething he did before. I can't do anything about it. I have no where to go. No where to live. I am trying to get into Berea college, but I have to wait for next fall to come. My Church and job is the only place I feel safe in. So even though this is a testimony, it's still a work in progress. So I go where I can during the day, and hope for the best at night.
God Bless you
Sis in Christ
Lnrobar
Anyways, the arguing only got worse as I got older between my mother and step-father. She finally ended up finding someone else, and divorcing my step-father of 9 1/2 years.
So my brother and I packed our things and went with mom. To the country, on a farm, literally over the river and through the woods. Well, her drinking habits came to a slow hault after a year with her new husband. Things started to look up for us. My mom wasn't drinking, and she was happy. I was going into high school, and I was soooo excited.
(I don't want to offend anyone, but this gets kind of personal)
One night as I was in one of my daily rituals of making faces in the mirror at myself after getting out of the shower, I felt as though someone was watching me. I ignored it, and kept smiling at myself. Something in my head said "Turn around and look in the hole". So without thinking, I did. Putting my eye to the hole, only to see an eye on the other side staring back at me. I covered the hole with my hand, and quickly sat down to look back through. The eye was gone. I sat there a second or two to see my mother's husband's son walk out of the room.
I'll never forget it. It's all so clear in my head to this day. I finished getting dressed as fast and quick as I could, ran out of the bathroom shaking. I ran to tell mom. She was on the phone(of course). She seemed shocked at first, but then didn't think anything of it.
Two years and many sleepless nights past. I would wake up in the middle of the night to find him standing over my bed doing inappropriate things I wont even say. He would just turn around and walk away.
I spent the night at my aunts one saturday. The next morning I woke up and felt like going to church. I draggeg my cousin out of bed, and we went. I accepted the Lord as my savior on April 29th, 2004. Seemed like things only got worse.
9 months after I got saved, I had to move out of my house and into my aunts due to everything coming out in the open about my step-brother. (By the way I was only 15 when it first started, and 17 when I thought it ended. He is 26 years old.)
Anyways, I converted to a holiness church to be on my own with God. After getting over depression, I decided to live with my dad. Well, I went on a trip to Alabama to the Ramp with my original church. When I got back home, all my stuff was packed up, and they had moved. So I had to go back to my aunts. It was always arguing and cussing there and my spirit man couldn't stand it any longer. So I had no choice to move back in with my mother and step-father, and his son, and my brother.
That is where I am now. You know just yesterday I caught him doing the samething he did before. I can't do anything about it. I have no where to go. No where to live. I am trying to get into Berea college, but I have to wait for next fall to come. My Church and job is the only place I feel safe in. So even though this is a testimony, it's still a work in progress. So I go where I can during the day, and hope for the best at night.
God Bless you
Sis in Christ
Lnrobar
