I’m sorry if this is pretty long, but I just need to get this out of me. I was 4 when my adoptive uncle and brother started touching me and made me touch them too, they don’t know that they are both doing it to me. Uncle would do it to me while my family is on church, while my brother did while everyone was sleeping, I felt needed and loved that way. My father always cheat and my mom discovered he had another child, she loved my father so much she tried to adopt my half sister to get him to stay. A few years later mom gave birth to my sister, I felt the need to step up and help mom, taking care of my sister and around the house. When my dad left us she fell into this state where she hates everyone, mostly me because I resembled him. She would work and I would take care of my sister alone on weekends, she would always blame me if my sister did bad things. When she had to work abroad my older sister and brother is already married, having kids too, I had to take care of my little sister. My brother is our neighbor, so she would go there everyday. My mom would call and look for my sister but not so much for me., she would always tell me that I have to take care of her, I was 13 with no one to lean on. Something happened between my uncle and I when I was a teen, he’s living with us, I had the thought that he would do it to my sister too if I didn’t let him, so I let him do what he wants. I had a relationship with my classmate, since no one is home, I took him home. My sister saw us and told my brother, mom got so mad that she stopped sending me money to study even though I did everything to make her proud. I know I messed up that time, I’m sorry. My grandma supported me, never said anything but I know she’s disappointed. My bestfriend spread a secret of me that I was sleeping with my boyfriend, I was asked to leave school. After that, I went were I was needed, if my sister needed me or my brother I would go to them no questions asked, that I lost my friends. I moved in with a relative but he touched me too and something did happen, I always think of it as a compensation for letting me live with them. By the time I was 16 I’ve been with a lot of men, I thought I was happy. By 17 I left home and lived with my boyfriend, we expected it to be so much from each other, that the relationship failed. I moved in with my sister and started going out with multiple man again, those date never gets past one night stand anyway.