My lover was a cuban escape. Her father did not make it over for another few years. Her mother worked in the day, went to college in the night. She was only 3 years old. Her grandfather molested her from the age of 3 to the age of 11 every day. It wasn't until she met me that she told anyone, and I then convinced her to confront her mother about it, and I then supported their entire family through the ordeal.
My late mother took showers with me as well, it wasn't really the showers. It was the other things, me looking for non-existent metaphors, such as the dark shadows foreshadowing nothing, and wondering why the girls would create such imaginary creatures and mental getaways. They also at times had the bipolar traits that my lover continues to struggle with, as do most women who were molested at a young age.
My late mother took showers with me as well, it wasn't really the showers. It was the other things, me looking for non-existent metaphors, such as the dark shadows foreshadowing nothing, and wondering why the girls would create such imaginary creatures and mental getaways. They also at times had the bipolar traits that my lover continues to struggle with, as do most women who were molested at a young age.
