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SLEEPING WITH FAMILY AND THE CONSEQUENCES.

Dear Stella, God bless you and yours! 

My name is ***, I would really like you to edit my name (anonymous)  when posting my story.

It's quite long but I will try to summarise it:

I'm an orphan. I lost my mum in 1999; followed by dad in 2010, immediately after my youth service.

But I tell you, all the struggling really started since we lost mum in 1999 because dad (may his soul rest in peace) wasn't there for us. He had two mistresses who have kids for him. 

Before her death, Mum even told us she regretted marrying our dad because she went through alot from domestic violence to not paying our school fees e.t.c.

 Lest I forget, we are four in number and I am the last child. After mum died, everything turned sour. I was about 15 years old then and we started eating from hand to mouth until my mum's younger brother asked us all to come stay with him in lagos in 2001.

When we got to Lagos,  my eldest sister (the first child) got admission into a catering school. After a while, she got married and started her own family.

My brother and I became the house help in my uncle's house. We did all that we were asked to do with the promise of going back to school.

My immediate elder sister went back to the North which is where she is till date, while I and my brother stayed with my uncle until he got admission to school in Australia which was my uncle's idea but then at the point of paying his school fees, my uncle said it was too expensive for him so my brother also went back to the North.

I was the only one left, I waited patiently till I got admission to school in Benin. All this time, dad didn't ask after us, he would only call once in a while to ask how we were. 

Fast forward to 2005 when I was in my second year, this was when my whole life turned upside down. I came home to Lagos and my uncle started making passes at me. It felt like a movie and I reminded him that he was my mum's brother and there was no way on earth I could come to terms with what he was asking of me.

Well, he told me it was a give and take issue. He threatened that I should give in to him if I still want to stay in his house or further my studies. I refused and went back to school with the little money I had. 

 I couldn't tell his wife at that time because she wasn't in support of us coming to stay in her house in the first place so the kind of treatment she gave us even led to my siblings relocating. 

It was like a big shock to me, I never told anyone except my immediate elder sister. 

When I returned to school, I called my uncle severally but he didn't reply me or pick up my call. I had to borrow money to go back to lagos again. 

This time it was worse. Blame me all you can, Stella crucify me but I had no choice but to give in.

My uncle started monitoring me and he comes to my school to check up on me. It was so bad that I got frustrated and told him to stop, that if he doesn't stop, I will report him to the church. He said no one would believe me.

It got to a point that anytime I'm home, I sleep with a knife under my bed. Ask me if I don't lock my door, I do but my uncle changed the locks.

Eventually everybody knew about it because I had to tell them and that was in 2011 after I followed my uncle's wife's sister for counselling and prayers in Ikeja; a place where women meet every Wednesday. I met with the prophetess on this fateful day, she prayed with me and asked me if there is anything at all bothering me and she said whatever I say is between God, I and herself.

 I told her everything about my uncle and that was where the whole thing came out and it got to my uncle's wife's ears even though I really have been longing to tell her. My uncle however lied to his wife that I seduced him and she believed him. 

All these happened 6 years ago but I still cannot forgive myself.

Fast forward to now, Stella my whole life is in pieces. Stella since I left school it's been from one job hunting to another. I know that I am the worst person on earth but please beg God to forgive me because I cannot even forgive myself. 

OMG!..You fu*cked your mother's brother with your eyes opened because of financial help?

This is so messy,i do not know what to say.let me read comments.Its too delicate an issue to meander into when i would have nothing concrete to say!