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TexChik · F
until I was 11 it was surreal. Hell on earth and a fight for survival. Frequent beatings and torture at the hands of my meth head father. We lived out in the middle of no where on a farm. The only clothes I had were clothes neighbors would leave for me. I had to fend for my self to eat. I had to stay out in the barn because in the house he would find me and start torturing me. When he tried to rape me at 11 my brain kicked in and told me to get out of there...I ran to our neighbors farm about 5 miles down the road and knocked on their door in the middle of the night. They took me in and saved me, ultimately adopting me. I was so lucky. They were angels
saragoodtimes · F
@TexChik reading and talking to you. I sometimes don't know what to say. my heart bleeds when someone so young is abused and doesn't have love or nurturing. you were one of the lucky ones to be taken in and saved. you have my love and respect and I am so happy you found Mac who loves you so much. know I love you too and wish we lived closer.
TexChik · F
@rjc36 They always left me notes out in the barn but I couldn't read...so I just tossed them. I ate what they had in the fridge, slept in the sleeping bag on the cot they had in the barn under the glow of the electric heater and I took clothes that I needed. I thought I was such a good sneak thief. Hahahaha