Being A Daddy's Girl Is Where I Am, Working On The Wife Life

I lived alone with my mom, and was a latchkey kid. I was into horror movies, blood and guts. I got these through friends, DVDs. In also trolled web sites of blood and guts. Females were what I focused on. By the time I reached college it's all I did. I enrolled in Criminal Justice.

Reality did not reflect the fantasy I had been living. I became disillusioned with college and dropped out. I did what I did best, wait tables in a hopping bar. Butt slaps, titty whistles, didn't bother me. Until one day when this guy grabbed me by the throat next to my car and pushed me down behind the trash bins out back. I fought, struggled, couldn't cry out. At first I thought it was a r**e attempt, a minute later I realized he was choking me to death.

A man heard the raucous and investigated and pulled the man off me and my attacker ran away.

Reality and fantasy really hit me hard. I became obsessed and frozen after that. The man who intervened sent me to a counselor, also gave me an inside job where he could keep an eye on me. Wherever I went with him I held his hand. I waited for him, called him at night, showed up at his house after midnight.

I refused to go back to my apartment, ended up getting in bed with him. The inevitable happened and he went ahead and had sex with me. My everyday was laser focused on him, and be took me in to sleep with him. If was during this phase that a lady said to me 'you have a bad case of Daddy dependency'. She said out loud what everyone around me already knew.

I'm better now, I'm working on breaking out of the Daddy behavior. I'm working on the 'wife' life instead. But when it's dark outside, I'm Daddy's girl all over again.