A mommy, wife and friend…a survior of child sexual abuse

Last night just as I was getting comfortable in bed and thinking to myself someway to get closure to this abuse from Alan. I thought maybe I could write him a letter. In my head I was thinking of what I would write to him and somehow also hoping my stepmother would read it before him. My words to him were quit angry and nothing but direct when out of the blue I remembered something else that happened. Oh my word where did this memory come from! I had not remembered this at all and now it is flooded in my brain with the rest of them. Of course I will call the detective and let him know, not knowing if this will change anything or weather it is outside the statues of limitations, but it is worth being documented with the law. So now I am left wondering what else. What else will I remember. I even had thoughts I’d never had before and even wonder if he had raped me. You see when I was little I was so scared to go into his bedroom. I would want to go to a friends house to play, but while he was napping I would sit in my room scared to go in and ask. I would be almost in tears for I wanted out of the house and to be safe with friends; but my fear of that room was more powerful then my desire to go play and be free. So now I wait for more memories to come, as I am sure they are there.