I’m going to tell you my story. It’s an emotional wreck from hell. This is going to be hard for me so, Please no hate mail. I just want people to know my story.
Well, as said before my name is Richelle Snodgrass. I’m currently 16. I live in Reno, Nevada. I was born in a small town called Elko, Nevada. My mother was 14.5 years old when I was born. She was a slut, nicely said. She slept with everyone all to get this one guy’s attention. It never worked enough for him to ask her out, the slept together multiple times but he never cared enough about her to ask her out. Well, my mom kept trying the Slut routine, and ended up having another child. She gave her away and kept me. After awhile the guy of her dreams decided he was done with Elko so he left. He moved to Reno. My mother decided to leave me in Elko with my grandmother to chase the man of her dreams. She left when I was four years old. My grandmother decided my mom had given me away to her so she called my mom and said she was going to get papers signed so I could be hers. My mom was NOT okay with that, so she came and got me and took me to Reno with her.
After getting attention from the guy of her dreams as if he were my dad. I grew up calling him dad. He treated me amazing. I was a princess. I got everything I wanted. Well, then I hit puberty. I was in fifth grade when I became a lady. My ‘dad’ figure would start tucking me in. He’d do it more often, day by day. Well, one night. He tucked me in and sexually assaulted me. I was a young innocent child that thought it was normal for a dad to do that so, I freaked out a little. And squirmed. But he told me it was okay. It happened until I hit the sixth grade. I found out about sex. He went to tuck me in and do his annual fuck a little kid routine and I started crying. Asking why. He said he didn’t understand. I told him I knew. So, he stopped for about two weeks then started again. I tried resisting. But he told me if I didn’t let him, he wouldn’t give me food. I was scared. I was scared to tell my mom. When she started seeing he was giving me even MORE attention, she got jealous. She stole my clothes trying to be skinny. Shed kick me out, trying to get me out. Eventually. I had enough. I wanted it to stop. I was tired of being molested and trying to stand up for myself. I went to my mom. I told her I wasn’t a virgin. She said okay, with who. I started bawling, I finally grabbed my laptop and typed his name. She said I wanted more attention, I was an attention slutty whore. She didn’t believe me. I cried and pleaded and told her to ask him. She came back a few hours later, eyes red from crying and said, he said he thought you liked it. I screamed WHY WOULD I LIKE LOSING MY VIRGINITY TO A 35 YEAR OLD. and she looked at me, grabbed my hand and said; I’ll get you out of here. Ill get a job. We’ll get you away from him.
I waited a year and a half.
Finally, my bestfriend at the time had messaged me on Facebook saying ” I know you’re not a virgin”. I tried playing it off as if I lost it with a friend of mine and she said she already knows it wasn’t him. I made her promise she wouldn’t tell anyone when deep down inside I wanted her to tell the whole world.
I told her. Then she had to log off. The next day I tried having her come over. She said she couldn’t So I should. Her mother was in the front room , which is very rare. She said, I called your mom and told her we are all going to the park but only you, my husband and I are going. I got in the car, her husband and herself put their sunglasses on and simply said I know, and that’s when I lost it. I cried. For a very long time. Someone had finally known. They took me into their home, confronted my mother and her boyfriend and told them that they know and they were going to make sure they’d get put in prison.
Well. I got a court date. Got a temporary protection order against my mom’s boyfriend. You know what they told me? There’s no proof. I had waited too long. Yeah. He’s still out there. I see him frequently. He has gotten no punishment and it haunts me everyday I didn’t tell sooner.
Want to know the worst part? I tried killing myself this new years, and the family that had originally took me in sent me to a mental hospital. When I got out, all my stuff was at my friends house. They had given up on me. They didn’t care. They dont talk to me. They don’t ask if I’m okay. Anything. Just because I tried commuting suicide.
Want to know the BEST part of my story? My mom is still with the guy who molested me.
Everyday I live with knowing, my mother loves a guy who molested me. Knowing I wasn’t good enough. Knowing no one cares. And knowing if I told someone, he could be in jail.
I’m sorry for killing your tumblr. But I want my story to be known.
Speak up if something bad is happening. I’m here, there’s always someone there. I promise.
