What's the purpose?

In church we are told everyone and everything has a purpose. But I would like to know, what the purpose of child rape/molestation is? Is it to make those children ask themselves what they did wrong, or is it to make them stronger?

In the bible it says God looks out for all this children, but please, tell me where God is while a little girl or boy is being sexually assaulted right now. I know what you Christians are going to be saying, "God gave man and woman free will". But honestly, that's absoulte bullshit. God gave people fear and misery. That is all.

He wants us to be scared, and he wants us to hurt.

If he does exist, we're nothing but sadistic humor for him.

He doesn't love anyone but himself.

He gives people false hope and then tears down all their dreams.

That is, if he even exist.

It's your fault we're like this

So I've been thinking.....

and I know it's bad to place blame on another person, but I believe that I have every right to place all the blame IN THE WORLD on my father. If he wasn't unfaithful, my parents would still be together, and if my parents would be together, Jessica would never had been alone and doing drugs whenever my father worked; which was a lot for those who don't know.

Jessica would never have gotten pregnant, and my mother & I wouldn't be stuck raising Emma. Don't get me wrong, I love Emma with all my heart. It's just sometimes I feel like everything would be easier if she was never born.... My God, I can not believe I just said that!

Anywho, if my father was never unfaithful, Torrie would never have moved in with the fucking girl my FATHER CHEATED ON MY MOTHER WITH. Yes. My sister lived with my father's mistress. I wonder how that conversation went with her husband...

"Why is Frank's daughter moving in, Leslie?"
"Because I'm having an affair with Frank and I'm trying to make his wife's life a living hell."
"Well, okay, just don't do anything illegal, he is a cop, you know."

Yes, I know, I know. I ramble, get over it.

So, yes. This is my reasoning on how my shit life is my father's fault.

Thanks, Dad. You made your "little girl's" life a living hell.

The beginning

There`s a beginning to everything; a beginning to life, a beginning to pain and a beginning to death. A true ending is something that`s rare to find. It seems like everything in life carries on, even when it has been `packed up` and put away. Pain is one of those things.

It`s something that can not be forgotten. No matter how far back you put it in the closet. It will always be there, laughing at your misery.

This is my beginning.