It all began when I was just a young child.. My parents divorced when I was just 3 years old, I don't really have any memories of what it was like to live with my dad. We moved a couple of times til we finally moved into the home my mother bought. I remember being so happy to have my own room, to be the "princess" of my own kingdom. :) Shortly after moving into that house my mom remarried.. His name was Jim. It was different for all of us, ( my brothers and I ) there was a new man in the house yet it still seemed the same in some aspects. I remember he worked the late shift at the steel mill that was near our home.. so during the day he would sleep til it was time to go to work then he would arrive home after we had all gone to bed. That is when the "nightmare" started.. I was just 5 years old. As I recall my mother was working hard, working 2 jobs and keeping the house clean and doing work in the yard.. So when Jim would get off work he would make his way into my room where I would be sleeping or "pretended to be asleep" as this continued on. Hoping he wouldn't come into my room.. he did. I laid there in fear and terrorized of what was going to happen next. This went on for the next 3 years, him coming into my room and touching me inappropriately. I remember telling my mom this was happening and I recall her telling me that I was just having "bad dreams." I really started to wonder for a bit if that was true.. but I knew it wasn't, I knew what was happening to me was real, despite my wanting it to just GO AWAY. I remember fighting to keep my eyes closed and my breathing under control as he touched me, not wanting him to know that I was awake or awoken when he touched me. It was the longest moments of my life.. This went on for years ( 3) I have memories of things progressing and areas where there are things I don't remember.