{~Initials~} I’ll never understand why you did what you did and it truly worries me because how would you even know how to act at that young of an age. {~Initials~} the first time it happened doesn’t leave my mind playing over and over again. When I lived in {~City~} playing house on the second floor in the walk in closet the play kitchen was in and you asked if I wanted to have a baby. Little baby obsessed me was like ofc and you go “a real baby” again I say yes because I’m not sure what that entails at the time. You began to kiss me pushing me to the floor where you began to do other things to my body that honestly really confused me at the time. But all I knew was I really wanted a baby and these weird things you did honestly felt good which looking back I hate admitting. The second time was that same night. I was wearing one of those silk Disney princess nightgowns with the tule little sleeves this one was Ariel my favorite princess at the time. I remember you peeling it from my body and demanding I lay on top of you again “making a baby” we began what I had just experienced earlier in the closet but more aggressive and that’s when I got told I couldn’t tell anyone and it had to be “our thing”. I didn’t think much of this and put it on the same level as when you’d sneak us cookie cake from the kitchen and would tell me the same thing. Then the rest is all scattered with no time line. Although I have many more memories I know there are so many more I have forgotten. But for a while this went on playing family became the regular and for the longest time I just went along with it. You would show me videos and pictures of what we were supposed to do. We used our baby dolls to demonstrate and make sure they could have babies too. Idek how we got to this but the fake dance completions we would create dances and practice for were so sexual to a point I should never have even known. The craziest part of this all is I feel as everyone around should have known. The multiple times we had gotten caught with our baby dolls or acting suspicious. The countless times at night when we were playing family with both your sisters IN the room. The countless times your youngest sister at the time would literally tattle on us and share exactly how we “played house” and you’d deny and deny and deny and they’d always believe you. Why did no one notice? Even our bike rides we stop in a field with our blanket and play family there. And the worst part of all of this was the way I enjoyed it that’s the most confusing part as a child whatever feels good we begin to crave especially when we don’t realize it’s wrong. You ruined me. Absolutely ruined me. My innocent self was now texting random old men wanting to “play family” with them. You had me making myself feel good in front of so many strangers just for the gross satisfaction of it. I regret all of it so much and I hate that it’s a part of me. It feels like this disgusting layer that I can’t shed and I’m constantly trying to hide from. You hurt me more than anyone ever could, and we have to act like everything never happened because what would people think of me. It was just as much my fault as it was yours. Although everyone says that’s untrue it’s what it feels like. This monster inside of me constantly gnawing away at every good part I have left. You’ve turned me into someone I don’t even recognize. You killed the innocent girl within me. Honestly I feel that’s why I’ll always be a child at heart because it feels nice to experience something that was taken from me so early. I will never understand why you did it.