my story part 1

John Kosteki

Well I’ve been putting this one off. I guess I must have been around 6 when my mom starting dating this guy. He was polish with 2 daughters he got to see every other weekend. I believe we stayed there with him. He was a male chauvinist pig. I remember eating dinner one night and out of nowhere he smacked me across my face so hard that I fell out of the chair. Another night he didn’t like what my mom has cooked and dumped the whole pot of food on her head. But these weren’t the worst of John Kosteki. I remember bits and pieces of him taking me to the bathroom and making me touch him and perform oral sex on him. Why do I share this? Because we all have demons in our past that we don’t talk about. If we don’t they stay locked up and haunt us forever. Who I am today in spite of this and many other demons is proof that I made it out of all of that a much better person. I can share now because it doesn’t define me nor was it my fault. Where was my mom during these times. I honestly don’t know. But it doesn’t matter because it happened and it can’t be changed now. I encourage you to never live in the shadows of things that happened to you. Rise up and face those demons and then walk away empowered by your strength. I wish I could say it didn’t affect my life it did. But once I took its power I was better and for that I’m grateful. She didn’t stay with him long thank god. I have often wondered about his daughters. If they endured any of that from him too. I truly hope not. Thank you for reading.

By tinabonena

I’m just a girl who has been through my fair share of trials and tribulations, but I came out on the other side with wisdom experience and a peace and understanding I never could have imagined. I have 5 children. A few adopted kids. And 5 grandkids. I’ve met my forever person and live in the woods just like I always wanted.

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