My Life is a CW

I was two the first time I was sexually molested. At least it is the first time anyone found out about it. After hearing about how my cousin put his fingers inside of me, I cannot imagine it was the first time, though. Probably just the first time they got caught. 

Part of me wishes we could let it slide on some sort of excuse of kids being curious. However, when that kid is a teenager and doing it with a friend.... the whole thing takes another turn, don't you think? He knew. He knew what he was doing and he knew it was wrong. His friend did not stop him and, in my head, likely encouraged it. He certainly did not stop him. They knew.

That was only the beginning of the path. The start to my journey of abuse and trauma. The day my innocence was taken from me. 

The day I died inside.