So a few days ago. i come clean to my auntie exactly what my uncle did to me. and a room full of people. his memoral. and i just couldnt take anymore, of everyone saying how good of a man he was... if he was really that good, would he honestly have done what he did? NO he wouldnt because if he was this amazing person like his friends and family keep saying he would have loved me enough to spare me a life time of hurt and suffering. yes i choose the complete wrong moment to tell everyone in my family exactly what happened to me maybe i shouldnt have picked a room full of people maybe i should have waited... but i would never have done it, i know that my auntie asked me to write a speech out. i didnt say no because i knew exactly what i wanted to say, i wrote two. one as a fall back. part of me wishes id never gone, but oh well. i guess i cant take it back now right? i wont say what i said but everyone knows exactly what he did to me and you know what? Not one of them believes me, my auntie spun the "mental health" card to make people think i was making it up... a few people do believe me... but it was ruined because shes in deniel about what he did. she even partly knew. i dont care if she was embarressed atleast she knew exactly how i felt when he did what he did. said what he said... but why is it. no one ever believes the girl that got raped? why would you be sick and twisted enough to make it up? with the fact i could have gone into complete detail.. but no. im a lier. i made it up. When he did what he did he said no-one would believe me. and he was right... hardly anyone did.