I’ve always had a good relationship with my dad. I’ve always been a daddies girl and liked him more than my mom, who was mildly abusive and has brain issues, but we cover for her to keep the family together. When I was thirteen I began having s** with my father. It continues for years where I would trade s** for favors. If I had s** with him he would do minor choirs for me, or allow me to watch another episode of my T.V. Show. We haven had s** in a while now and surprisingly I still have a wonderful relationship with my father, I know he really loves me and we’ve both made mistakes. Huge mistakes. But I still tell him everything and I’m still, oddly enough, a daddies girl. I have the enourmous guilt though, it was my fault because I understood what was happening and I used it to get things I wanted. It was my fault because I didn’t say no and I could have. I feel so wrong and terrible even though I was only 13. I wish I could hate my father for what happened but I can’t. And no one can ever find out because it would tear my family apart.
