Childhood Memories-The Bedroom
IN TEXAS- SIX YEARS OLD
I am living with my adopted parents, but I am not adopted yet. I think the adoption fight has started. My adopted father works nights at a local refinery. After his shower I go lay down with him. He is in his underwear in bed. He is fat and smells in a not good way despite his shower. He fondles me and has me play with his penis under his underwear with my hand this time. My young mind seems to block out a lot about the bedroom and that big to me bed.
After he is done with me he tells me to go and leave him alone so he can sleep. As if I was there on my own free will to please him with my little body. I know there were many many more times in that bed (and other places).
My adopted mother did not know. Please, reader do NOT blame her. I haver have never, not as a child, teen, or as an adult. In my little mind it was a stable place to be. I did not have to worry about being fed or where I would be the next day. My little mind and my my body already been through a lot and my mind was very mature for her years. I thought about the basics in life at six years old.