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Val's Story

My  Dad  and  Mom split  when I was  5.  I   remember  him standing  in  the  doorway  of
the  house  with  his  suitcase,  tears streaming  down his  face, and  my mother throwing
a  necklace  he had given  her  at  him as he went out the door.   I  have never forgotten
the intense feeling of abandonment  and  loneliness I felt  that day. That  marked  the day
that  my biological father stopped being a Daddy to my sister and myself.  Whatever  his
reasons  were, he  went  into  the  Army and only surfaced in our lives at his convenience
and when he wanted us  to meet his next  possible  marriage  partner.   My Biological Dad
was also an alcoholic.  He  ended up dying at the age of 60 of Cirrhosis  of  the  Liver.  My
grandfather shot and  killed himself in his 50's because he, too, was  an alcoholic and  was
very abusive to his children and  wife. A 12-year-old boy found him dead in  his car in  the
woods one day.


My mother married  another man  in  the  early  60's.   I  was  so  hungry  for  a  'daddy'.
I  instantly  liked  him.   He  was  handsome, and  funny, and charismatic.   I  thought  he
looked like Elvis Presley!  Perhaps he would be the  daddy  I was so yearning for!  My little
sister wasn't as easily won over. She was shyer than I, and much more skeptical.  


My mother was  a very  loving woman,  and  a  good  mom.   But  as  far  back  as  I  can
remember, she took care of my ailing grandparents. She was often driving back and forth
to  their  house  to  take  care  of  them.   I   think  she  tried  to  be  very  vigilant  about
protecting us girls, I really do, but I don't think she  ever  believed  my  stepfather  would
do  anything  to hurt us. After all, he was such a wonderful guy and everyone  loved him.
My step dad was always the life of  any  party.


I loved him.   I loved him with a child's trust and  heart that was searching  for a father  to
love  and  protect  her  and  do  what  was   right  by   her .  I   was    only  6   or    when
he    began   to   act    differently    toward    me.   I    didn't   understand  the  difference,
but  I liked the attention. He would sometimes put  his  arm  around me  and  cuddle  me
close, but  it  didn't feel like a daddy  embrace.   It  felt  like  a  'girlfriend'  embrace.   But  I
didn't  fully  understand  those implications. He was so nice to me.  He would offer to take
me to the store with him and then allow me to sit on his  lap and turn the wheel, but then
he would push my legs apart and touch me and  just keep talking to me as  if  he  wasn't
doing anything.  Its like I was expected to just pretend that the violation of  my  personal
body  was  something  that didn't exist. I didn't know how to do otherwise.   I didn't even
fully comprehend  that what he was doing was  wrong.   I  had mixed feelings.  It felt bad,
yet the attention was so good, and  he made  me  feel so 'special'.  He  would call  me  his
'special girl', tell me how beautiful I was, and that I must keep our secret or he would have
to go  away  like  my  other daddy  had  to.  That  was unthinkable to me.   It  scared me
more deeply than I can express.


I sometimes  felt  something  under my  bottom  when I  sat  on  his  lap, and  he   made
strange noises I didn't understand. Sometimes, he would take a detour on the way to the
store  and  take  this  little path  behind  the  woods  at  the  end  of  the  road where  we
lived,  and would stop the car and  do things  to  me.   Then  he  would  take me  to  the
local  drug store  where  they  had  a  fountain  and  'reward'  me  with some candy  or a
'green river’, which I loved.   Then we would  return home  with  the  things   my  Mother
had  wanted  from  the  grocery  store  or  the  drug  store  and  act  like everything was
normal.   It became what was normal to me.   I  didn't  know  daddies  and  their little girls
weren't supposed to do such things.
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