When I was 4 years old, I was tased by my moms boyfriend at the time. My mom was away at rehab and I lived with her boyfriend. I endured so much abuse during what felt like an eternity but was probably only a few months. We lived in a two story house and he has hundreds of betta fish in glass tanks and a bunch of them were over the balcony in the house on the first floor. The same balcony that I was hung over by my ankles on a regular basis. I remember it vividly. I remember being hit with belts, tased, punched, locked in a pitch black garage, etc. I remember being told not to tell my mom when I talked to her on the phone. And I remember knowing that if I said a word to her that it would only make things worse for me. I was 4 yet I knew much more than I should have. My mom did however find out. She loved my butt (she’d always pinch it and so did my grandma, nothing sexual at all just something they did) and when i visited it one day she looked at it and saw the bruises and asked me what happened and I told her. She made me go live with my aunt and on the way to her house I remember throwing up all over the inside of his freshly washed car. It was an accident because I was car sick but it was the ultimate fuck you to him as well. Today, I am 22 years old and I have forgave the man who did these things to me and understand his reasoning for doing so (he was on drugs) and although I know that is no excuse to have harmed me, I have also understood how to forgive. Just wanted to share a part of my story with you all.