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Why did he have to come back at that time, just as my life was almost perfect? He just had to wreck it, didn't he? I hadn't seen my father since I was 17.
When I was 18 my siblings and I went to the police, where they arrested him And I went to uni and my siblings went to foster homes.
We had enough of his games He was arrested for Child abuse and sexual assaulting my sister Bridie and me on numerous occasions. God I know I have lost count The pain that he caused me is something that I'll never forget, not ever. I thought I'd finally managed to let go of the past, He had to come back didn't he! Why couldn't he just get out and let us get on with our lives? But no he had to create a stir. Bring back my painful childhood memoires, Memories that I'd rather forget. That moment in the pub where I heard his voice -A voice that I haven't heard for 13 years -telling me he wants to speak to me. Who the hell do you think you are? I scream in my head, so loud, it feels like bursting No, I tell myself, I've got to contain my cool.
"Yeah I suppose," I tell him. Quietly I get up and walk over to the bar Knowing Bill, dad I suppose he would assault me if I wasn't careful And I wanted to have witnesses just in case he did What do you want? I ask.