(F15) Context: I was a victim of r*pe by my own father. It lasted until I was 8 years old. But all those memories, they hid in the back of my mind for years, until they all flew back to the surface months ago. No one knew, that was until recently, when I spoke up about it for the first time, to my mom.

The conversation went terrible. She didn't believe me one bit...But can I blame her? After all, it must be a shock to learn that your husband of 13 years has done all those monstrosities... She told me not to make a huge deal about it, that it was in the past and that it should stay there...But I disagree.

It is not in the past. Because every night, I wake up drenched in sweat. Because each showers I take feels like eternity, since I spend hours in there trying to wash him away from me...

And I want my voice to be heard. I want people to know. What he did, what I went through... It may sound cruel, maybe even selfish, but I don't care about tearing my family appart. Honestly, we aren't even a family to begin with, for most of us...Strangers with memories I call it...

So, AITAH?