I wonder how many girls who grew up with their step father thought about killing him at one point or the other. You may call me names or think i'm abnormal but I thought about killing my step father on several occasion before it eventually happened and I sincerely do not feel any form of remorse or regret for my action.
I know that a lot of people will consider me crazy after reading my story but I feel super fine, not because i'm proud of what I did and want other people going through a similar situation to go ahead and commit a crime, but because I finally have a life and i'm at peace with myself.
As a child, I grew up seeing more of my siblings than my parents because they always had to work. By the time I was a teenager and my parents were separated, I had grown almost all by myself and learned to be though from the environment we leaved in. I once witness my elder sister been molested by an older neighbour,she managed to escape that encounter I witnessed but who knows how many more she never talked about.
After my parents were separated, we moved in with my mum who got involved with another man after a while. My mum who always wanted to please her man listened to him over her kids and did has he bids. While I was seeking admission into the university, my step father saw to it that I stayed home most times so that he could have his way with me since my siblings were in school and my mother always went to work. He sends me romantic text messages, hits me when he sees me with male friends and uses every means that provides itself to speak ill of me to my mum and everyone who cares to listen.
At first,i couldn't talk to anyone about what has been going on. Then I summoned the courage to tell my mum hoping that she would believe me but my efforts were futile. She either just didn't believe me or she was too blinded by her fear of being along that she was willing to sacrifice anything including me to keep her second marriage.She called me a liar and warned me never to tell my tale to anyone. I was confused and stuck,then I decided to talk to one of my older sisters who confronted them about my accusation but there was little or nothing she could do but hope that I gain admission soon since my mum insisted that I was telling a lie and we all depended on her for support.
As the months went by and the assault didn't stop,i decided it was time to stand up for myself. The last time he came at me,i agreed that it was ok to have sex with him but I told him I wanted a fish from the ponds he managed first. I began to flirt with him like I was tired of fighting, then while we were at the concrete pond,i push him as hard as I could and he fell hitting his head hard on the floor,i was scared and shaking, I wasn't even sure of the consequence of my action, I just knew I wanted to hurt him so bad. I screamed when he didn't move, neighbours came and helped take him to the hospital where he was confirmed dead. I told the story of his unfortunate accident but I knew it wasn't an accident. I felt quilty for months, but thinking about all the trauma i've had to deal with over the years, i totally think it served him right. I got an admission into the university after the completion of a Diploma course he had objected to and I even think my mum is a happier woman now. What do you think of my DLS?
