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That Vicki is my sister. And that I? Was relinquished by her mother at birth to adoption.
My sister thanks God that I was given up for adoption. Which makes me weep.
I read the stories and support the survivors on VU on behalf of Vicki.
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I feel just awful for Vicki. I'm so glad, though, that she made it through and took back her life. She is incredible, and so are you for sharing her story.
What a heart wrenching yet powerful story. Thank you and Vicki for sharing.
Thank you. Sharing that story is so important. Again, thank you.
Oh the terror I felt in my heart for that sweet little girl. Knowing what was coming in the next lines of the story is my cross to bear. The scars have healed and the hurt is less, and my heart beats on. The hurt is just there under my skin. I share your grief and sadness, but I also share in the triumph of survival and thriving, despite your childhood!!! I hold you both in my prayers and thoughts of peace and healing go out to you both.
I am holding your sister in my heart today and wishing her peace beyond peace.
This unfortunate girl lived through a nightmare that seemingly never ended. Once the abuse itself ended, she was left with the remnants of a life. Whatever she could create out of that is nothing short of miraculous. Worse than any horror movie that seeks to drive us to the limits of our ability to imagine - she not only lived it, she survived it.
Thank you for giving a voice to Vicki's experiences so that we may know and applaud and be inspired by her brave survival.
Peace to Vicki.
Vicki is a hero. She came from such abuse to be a fabulous sister, mother and friend. Congratulations, Vicki, for not letting something you 100% DID NOT DESERVE hold you back.
OMG You made me cry. Please let your sister know that she gives me hope to keep fighting. :) Thank you for sharing.
I have no words, just tears
Sending love, admiration and respect to Vicki -- for speaking out. For standing up. For telling the world -- I am MORE than a sum of my past & experiences. I am MORE than you believed I could be.
Every time she shares her story she destroys those that tried to destroy her soul.
I am woman -- hear me ROAR!
Vicki's story breaks my heart. Thank God you escaped, but my heart hurts for her. I'm so very proud of her for not only surviving but thriving. Thank you for sharing her story.
My baby is four. I cannot even comprehend this. Can. Not. It's too terrible.
I have no words for how I felt reading this. From the depths of my being, I wish this had never happened to Vicki, or to any child.
Thank you for sharing her story.
Thank you for sharing this story.
Heart wrenching, as angi said, and then hopeful. Thank you for sharing Vicki's story and courage.
What a heart wrenching story. Bravo to you for writing it, and to your sister for surviving and OVERCOMING it.
brutal. so brutal. thank you for sharing your sister's story and speaking her truth. thank you for reading and supporting at VU on her behalf. Thank you for sharing that she has grown into a strong woman, too, it gives hope to those who have not yet begun to heal.
Oh my...this really squeezed my heart. No one (NO ONE) should ever have to live through what Vicky lived through. I hope Vicky knows she is loved and supported.
Today I'm thinking about the women in my family who have survived abuse and rape and how strong and amazing they are to have become such individuals - much like your sister.
Oh, Mary. I'm so grateful that you were safe. I'm also so sorry that your sister had to deal with that horrible, evil man. I hope he burns in hell.
Tell your sister that she is loved dearly by those of us who have read her story and wish nothing but the best for her and for you.
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