Since childhood, my father would always touch pinch and also kiss my vagina, my boobs and my butt. I’ve ALWAYS HATED it!! And what can I do, that man is my father. Even though I always tell him I don’t like it, he still do it. And when I sometimes stubbornly don’t want to comply, he became angry. All those childhood years, I’ve been tolerating it and kept thinking on my mind that this situation will definitely stop if I become an adult. High school years still the same. College years, though he still do it, I’ve learned to somewhat evade it and the touching somehow mellowed down. Now, in my mid-20s, I was actually happy that he somehow stopped but he still likes hugging—well I don’t!!! He’s the very reason I don’t like hugs! I just tolerated it, for the sake of peace in the house. But, I still can’t let my guard down completely. ‘Coz even though he stopped touching my private parts, he kept touching my belly and my legs. And I was right. The moment I somehow not on guard, he grabbed with both his hands my butt while I was washing the dishes.–That’s what happened today. Though this past few days/month, he’s been poking/ slightly touching my butt, I’ve been able to brush it off. I don’t know what happened today but I was somewhat not able to control and hide my rage. I slammed some of the plates and was slamming in my every movement. He told me that I don’t have the right to act out. FINE! He’s right, this is HIS house after all. For awhile, I still have to endure and fake it. But someday, I’ll definitely get as faraway as I can from this place. …
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