Themouthygirl.com Website Review

“bury me in a blue blanket so god doesn’t know i’m a gi*l. cut off my curls. i want peace when i’m dead.”. i have always had an issue forgetting the as*aults (yes, plural). out of all, i have only ever reported one; however, after that one the first time i was as*aulted, i was a child. i think 8 years old, but i can’t be sure. i just know it was a part of my life and something i dreaded regularly. i still have nightmares. i can’t bear the scent of certain colognes. i can’t stand the sight of anyone with even a remote resemblance to him, with that awful spartacus style chin dimple. i hate hearing a child say the name “pawpaw” because when i finally came forward, it wasn’t because i wanted to report. it was during an argument with my step-dad. he was praising his father for being such a great grandfather and i just couldn’t take it anymore. so i told him. i was sixte*n. i waited years and years and spent so many nights sitting awake at my pawpaws staring at my sleeping sisters, ready to pounce if he even so much as looked at them the wrong way. luckily, they were spared. i wasn’t, however, and now i get to live with the destruction to my psyche forever. why didn’t i report it sooner? if it was that bad, i should’ve gone to the police right away…..right? maybe he’s a different person now. that’s the kind of stuff i’m hearing so many people saying to discredit dr. ford and the others who have come forward in light allegations against a supreme court nominee. no, i didn’t go report the incident straight away. i remember the first time. i was on the computer on the love seat and my grandfather was sitting next to me. i was playing the spy kids game on kol (yas*s throwback!) and his arm began to circle me. i thought he was just “lovin’ on me” in the normal, grandfatherly way. soon after, too late, i noticed what was happening. with a hand where it shouldn’t be, i froze and waited. waited for it to just be over. afterwards, i was forced to go