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My father. The suffering and anguish he gave me. Because of him I'll never be pure.

He was an abuser and an alcoholic. He never came home happy after my mother died. He said it was my fault. My fault that I look exactly like her.

And it was my fault she died.

She was going to see me sing at a recital. I urged her to come, but that's when she died.

Head-to-Head collision. Immediate death.

Almost everyday he came home drunk. He would grab and beat me ,then swear at me.

Then he would put me gently on his bed and gave a look he always gave my mother. Then he would rape me. I couldn't deal with that pain of my mother's death and his abuse anymore.

I had to escape. I ran away from home during spring break. Officially cutting all ties with him. I ran all the way to the next city and fainted in the street.

Then he found me. And the rest was history.