Since I was little, I was always treated different from my siblings very different. The middle child. Nobody seemed to really like me. And they very much showed me how much they didn't like me at first. It was just verbal or stuff getting thrown in my direction, but when I turned six, that's when everything changed
My family wanted to go on vacation, but they didn't want the little child to come with me with my cousin and his family. They did not treat me much better than my family, but they didn't abuse me but they didn't love me. I was left home with my older cousin Matthew. He liked me a lot. He was the only one that was really nice to me, but I found out he liked me a little too much.
TRIGGER WARNING. SA
His parents had to leave for a few days and he decided it was time for me to grow up. He was helping me in my bath and he decided to get in with me. " I will not go into explicit detail." But after that, I was more broken than anything, and he told my parents that he will gladly watch me anytime they needed him too.
For the next 11 years things just kept getting worse. The verbal abuse turned to physical they started to refuse to let me eat. They said I was getting too fat and no man want me if I was too fat.
