Finally talking...

As I previously mention I was afraid to talk to anyone about what happened. Well I have been upset and angry at myself and finally told my brother what happened. Well HUGE mistake on my part, little did I know he would go and tell my father. Now, not only am I upset, but my brother and father are irate. I should have went to my dad, and talked to him myself. I thought once I told someone I would feel relieved. I don’t feel relieve, I feel like a weak person who brought my problems to my brother.

I am terrified of Jeramy; he knows I don’t remember doing it. He says that I was telling him it was okay. I clearly remember asking him to stop. He tried inviting me to come hangout with him. He has no clue what he did was wrong, and that sickens me.

This is hard; I am supposed to be tough. I am supposed to be strong; Yet, I sit here and cry for hours. I’m not strong. I can’t protect myself. I can’t believe I let this happen to myself.  This won’t define my life, but it has changed it.  It won’t define me, but it has changed me.