…and “it” continued – Sexual abuse
I am not sure when exactly it happened next …but about a year after the first time “he” moved away and according to my mother… he got a job somewhere else.
I may have been about 12 or 13 when he came back. I then found out that he had divorced his wife… He came for a visit and stayed with my mother for a day…. I didn’t really think about it much… He started to come for visits and I really thought that was good because my mother was a different person when he was around… she had other things to think about than me.
I still had to do things for her though, that I didn’t like and that I knew that weren’t “normal” for a teen son to do with his mother…. Like sleeping beside her in her bed or if she needed to “relax” as she called it. I had to play for her on the piano for hours and hours without sleep or food… and participating in the daily ceremony. She had suddenly stopped noticing everything that I did wrong… things that she would have punished me for before.
Maybe it’s possible to read through the lines… but many ugly things…. too ugly to talk about … happened during this time…
This went on for almost a year… I heard them arguing that night when he left… and I knew that something was going to happen… I knew she was going to be upset… but at the same time I was relieved he was leaving… I heard him say he was never going to come back to her and with that said he left.
That night she called me and told me to play for her. She told me to take off all my cloths and keep on playing no matter what she was doing. That night I got scars that are still a reminder of that night… scars that will remind me of that night forever – The word DIABOLICO carved in my back … Somehow I got through the night and kept on playing until she told me to go…