Anonymously! Attention! Don't throw it in! Rather, the harsh reality and truth of life. When...

[Anonymous]

Anonymously! Attention! Don’t throw it in! Rather, the harsh reality and truth of life. When I turned 12, my father left our home forever and disappeared without a trace to the capital. Without suffering for long, my mother brought her lover and we huddled in a one-room apartment. Although the room was damn big, every night I heard slaps and groans. They probably thought that I was small and didn’t understand what was happening, but I understood. My psyche broke at that moment. I couldn’t listen to it, and every time I plugged my headphones into my ears so as not to hear them, my mother beat me for how loud the music was playing and that I was supposed to sleep at that time. And I was even afraid to say that they would be quieter, I was afraid to hint that I understood what they were doing. I was afraid that my stepfather would spank me. I was very afraid of him. And I hated it at the same moment. The mother moaned and the stepfather moaned in sync with her. No one cared about the little girl’s feelings. They became so impudent that in the morning they “forgot” to put on clothes and lay naked without a blanket without panties, and used condoms were lying right on the floor. I was in so much pain, and the worst thing was that no one gave me the right to vote. Once when I was already 14 years old. I came home from school hungry and instead of dinner, my stepfather rudely banged my mother in the kitchen. They didn’t even close the door. When my mother heard that I had arrived, she quickly pushed him away with the words: "She came, get dressed! We need to prepare dinner for her."
He was like: "Who the hell will find something to eat on her" and after that the spankings accelerated .. When I turned 18 I had my school graduation. I came home from graduation and my stepfather hit me because I came drunk, although I was completely sober and he was drunk as hell.
I was ready to run away anywhere. I ran away to spend the night with a friend and when I returned home my stepfather beat me. He touched his chest and left bruises from his strong hands. This bastard pestered me, I hit him on the head with a pot and he bent over in pain. The mother called him a slut and rushed to feel sorry for her bastard. I was tired of everything and went to my grandmother. She is a very strict woman and has her own rules. She refused to support me and I had to work as a cleaner on the night shift to somehow pay for utilities and groceries, plus I was studying at college. Received. Now I’m 20 years old and I live with my mother again. A couple of months ago, this freak left her for a free life. She cried for a long time and lashed out at me. She expected me to pat her on the head and feel sorry for her. And who felt sorry for me and my childhood? Soon she met a man somewhere. So smart, modest, intelligent. I accidentally found a notebook with the password for her social networks and read the correspondence between her and this man. You know. She was still a whore, she seduced him with so much dirt, and he... He is different. At the very beginning, I decided to take revenge on my whore mother for ruining my childhood and youth. I decided to take her man away so that she would understand that she is old and a useless wallet, not even needed by her child. I wrote to him before they had their first meeting. We corresponded for a long time and I began to show sympathy for him. And here. Wow. They met and she said that he would live with us. Although in the correspondence he did not reciprocate her flirting. I gave her advice: maybe she shouldn’t rush. Oddly enough, she listened to me and said that she would wait a moment. I have been corresponding with him on VKontakte for a month, and compare his communication on VK with his mother and with me, and I will be grateful to me, he is more disposed since my mother is just a dirty whore (rude, but honest) and I am a modest girl, young and beautiful. He and I crossed the line. A week ago we had virtual sex. Now every morning he writes, Darling, open your eyes, you’ll freeze and stuff like that. Although, to take revenge on my mother, I didn’t notice how I fell in love. I want to talk to him and confess everything. I’m afraid he won’t understand me and will come to live with us. She will choose my mother and not me. I can’t do this! I just can’t stand it! I do not know what to do. Confused. He is from another city and his mother called him today to meet. I heard her affectionately call him cat. Is this whole fairy tale really just a game with a young girl for him?

[Charm]

You were simply unlucky, due to the lack of worldly wisdom and intelligence of your parent. The fact that a man is attracted to a teenager is normal for him, but for you!? You now have your whole life ahead of you and your experience of what should not be allowed and how to act. My experience is easier than yours, my mother once got burned by her father and did not let others in, even though she had the desire to live normally. But living normally has resulted in restrictions, don’t be friends with these people, do important things when you grow up, or better yet, when you die. Moreover, what I wrote is true. Over time, closer to her death, I learned that she had a mental disorder and this was a very long time ago; my grandmother had something similar, only she was a despot. Why did I write this, look carefully at the history of your family in the female line, the roots may be there, or there may be a serious disease of the head; concussions, severe bruises not treated in time. My mother actually died with dementia and her death was terrible. Now I hope you will raise normal offspring, good luck and wisdom to you first of all.

[gport]

I think it’s worth talking to him anyway. And then decide.