Last night he proved that after almost 30 years he still has control over me.

His voice…his touch…they turn me back into the little girl of 5…I have no voice of my own…I have no power to deny him…

I cry…I plead…all to no avail…

I try to find my voice…I want to demand answers…instead I am quiet and submissive….

Today

Today I am ashamed…how does he still have that power? Why do I not speak up? I am not that little girl anymore…

Today I am 5 years old and trapped in an adult body…I want to hid in my closet and not come out…instead life demands that I play my role…

My heart breaks….