I'm Ash. I'm not sure where to post things - I've read the rules concerning it but I'm still not sure. So sorry if this is in the wrong place or wrongly labelled.
I hate everything in my life.
Everything I loved and enjoyed has been taken away.
I hate my mother, I hate my father, I hate my stupid backstabbing "friends".
All I have is my boyfriend. Though the past year, the worst year of my rather short life, he's the only thing that's kept me going.
And now my parents are trying to take him away from me. And my dad too.*
*Parents - biological. I don't recognise them as actually mine. Dad, on the other hand, as unofficially adopted me as his 3rd daughter. I've adopted him as my sole parent. Sad but true.
He's been there from day one, he's been the only fucking one who's ever noticed the scars, the blood, the sadness.
Everyone else thought I was happy and they still fucking do.
Just because I do so well in school - or did, anyway. Just because I have a nice figure and can frigging ACT happy when I have to!
I was abused as a little kid, and I don't even know who by or exactly what happened - ode to the wonders of suppressed memory!
My parents never fucking noticed that, either.
They never noticed anything.
Then I joined the scouts, and it started to get a bit better. I met my dad and I met my boyfriend. Dad's been there for me too, and he's awesome. But he isn't John. John's the one I need.
Maybe it's bad to be so dependant on one person. I don't know.
All I know, is that I need my John.
And dad too. Not on the same level.
Dad and John are cousins. Dad's 25 years older than me, John's 12 years older than me. I'm 15 in October.
So it's wrong. I know that.
I also know how worse off I'd be without him.
The world doesn't understand us or our connection. All they see is the ages and the gap between them.
Dad doesn't. It tore him apart to find out.
I regret that.
Being caught, anyway.
Now I talk to John and Dad.
But dad's threatened John with the cops if he doesn't agree to an instant no-contact with me. How is that fair?
I know he's just worried and just wants to do what's right. But it hurts.
John was the only one who stopped my cutting in the first place. It used to be terrible... I'd walk around literally dripping blood. Not that anybody noticed. Except for John. John noticed everything.
It's all because of that man from when I was 7.
I don't remember much, but I have nightmares.
When I wake up, all I want is for dad. Dad to come and hold me, soothe me, call me sweetie and stroke my hair. Sit by me til morning.
But no, all I have is my parents, still fucking snoring at the other end of the house.
I hate them.
I hate everything.
And now they tell me, I can't speak to John again. Or see him.
Indefinately.
Until I turn 18, or at least 16.
Fuck that, I need him.
And dad. I need him too.
I need them both.
At least, I want a goodbye, one that will buoy me through the next year and a half, til I'm 16. A hug. It's all I want.
But no, dad says no hugging, not even hand holding. He's the one pushing for zero contact.
I want to please them both, because I love them both.
But I can't.
John wants to be with me forever (and I with him)
Troy wants zero contact until I'm 16 at least.
I can wait til then. I will wait til then.
But what happens in that time?
It's so tempting... I've been free for over 2 months now...
But I can't be any more. Too much has happened lately.
This is a lovely cheery intro about me, isn't it...
Sorry.
And apologies again if this is in the wrong forum or incorrectly tagged.