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Author, Senior Travel Business Owner & A True Champion. Making a positive impact on the elderly and in return as an added bonus in the world of Foster Children. 💗💕🙏💕💗

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BUT NOBODY WILL BELIEVE ME!
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 GigiVega

Years ago, while pregnant with my first child, I revealed to my mother on a frantic 5am phone call that I had been raped by her son, his friends and others. Without hesitation she called me a liar; you have always been a liar and the truth ain't in you, just like your father. 
As a child, I suffered from verbal, emotional, physical abuse as well as severe neglect at my mother's hand. All of the above had significant consequences as life moved forward. 
Afraid to tell people what was going on. Afraid people wouldn't believe me. People believed every word that left my mother's mouth and there is no way I could tell my story. Because my mother had always put me in a bad/ugly light, I was terrified to speak up and speak out.  On one horrific day I did step out on faith and you won't believe what happened......
"God I Do Exist" written by: GigiVega

B4 Me 2
I do believe my calling is to tell my story with great hope to help others to heal. I had previously doubted myself and actually thought no one would be interested in knowing my story.  The last thing that I wanted was for my mother who was the actual liar and the ultimate deceiver to step in.
I needed to tell my story, I needed to vent, to heal, to get this passed me so that I could move on, possibly into a normal lifestyle. More than anything, I wanted to live my life without this being a burden to me anymore or my immediate family.
My decision to post here is because I believe I'm not the only one. I believe there are others who have some issues of life's trauma. However, after many, many years of self blame; I was afraid of humility and dehumanizing labels that could be placed on me for not speaking out years earlier. Shame and isolation took over me when I did speak up and asked for help.... My mother magically folded up that particular episode and neatly packed it away in her closet. 
I repressed the memories of my life for years. I also deliberately suppressed painful unwanted thoughts in order to attempt to forget my terrible life. ....
There's more, ask me and I'll send it your way.

Best,
Gigi


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