I guess I have to start somewhere. I don’t know where it all went wrong exactly. How far does the trauma go? How deep has it sunk into my bloodline? How can I forgive and finally let go. This is my truth. This is my confessions. I confess that I let him get ontop of me to have sex with me while I cried. I did not give him permission to ejaculate in me and tried to get it out on the toilet. I confess I was an addict and totally irresponsible. I confess that I secretly hoped maybe becoming a mother would give my life meaning.