Just now read your post. Read mine at #83. Same as your’s - an uncle and was totally afraid to say anything. Lived with it for years...grrr
I wish I could hug you!
I didn’t ‘find my voice’ until I came here.
FReepers know more about my life than 99% of my blood relatives.
You are all more a family to me than they are.
Until I joined FR, only my HS boyfriend and my husband knew the details of this, since they had to deal with the collateral damage it did to me.
You all know how much I love my dogs...and my dogs were the threat he used against me.
Back then, before I got the Dobermann who put an end to his reign of terror, I only had a little Poodle who followed me everywhere.
I lived right across the field from my gramma’s house, where a lot of the abuse occurred and she always went to gramma’s with me.
*Sometimes*, she’d take off on her own and cross the field to visit gramma, alone.
He knew that and I lived in terror that he’d kill her...so I shut up for a whole year, until I told my mom, for all the good that did.
But when the Dobermann showed up when I was 15, it all ended.
He was terrified of that dog and that is why I’ve had them, ever since.
They were, and are my dark guardian angels.