I am like a cockroach.
Like an untouchable,
Smelly, black creature
That crawls through the darkness,
Running for its life.
No one wants to look at me.
No one wants to acknowledge my existence.
If they were to step on me
The smell would be too great.
I cannot be in the same place as ordinary humans,
For it would make them uncomfortable.
They cannot be around what they don’t understand.
My shame is unbearable.
My ex-husband molested my daughter
When she was five years old.
Here is my story.