My Dad wanted me to be his wife

My Dad wanted me to be his wife
06 Aug2014
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My dad wanted me to be his wife

When Angie Crummack, 30 was a little girl, her dad was always strict towards her three brothers, but was always kind and gentle with her. But unlike most dad's Angie's had a sick and twisted fascination with his only daughter…

“Why don't you come and sit on my knee?” My Dad Ivor, 61 said.

“Ok dad” I innocently replied.

“You're my special little girl aren't you?” He asked as I sat on his lap and he put a cushion over my legs.

“Yes daddy.”

Like any nine-year-old girl this happens in every family.

But this wasn't a normal father/daughter relationship. This was something no innocent little girl should have to deal with.

He began to play with my most intimate parts.

My dad was about to take away my innocence. It was something I would never get back and he was the one person I trusted to keep me safe from the world outside.

But I never realised the real monster was the man I loved unconditionally…

Before this terrible event (of many) we moved around lots a child. The first time it happened we lived in Gateshead.

My dad served in the army and we moved to various army camps across Europe and the UK.

I remember a lot of upheaval and loneliness growing up. When I was ten my dad retired from the army and we settled in Bodmin, Cornwall, with my three brothers Alan, 33, Kevin, 31, Shaun, 25 and my mum Shelia, 51.

It was the first time I enjoyed life, I loved the Cornish countryside and we felt like a proper family, but he still made me sit on his knee whenever he could.

I was always daddies little girl everything was perfectly normal until that day when I sat on his knee.

I had sat on his knee hundreds of times before and it was normal. I don't know what changed that day when I was nine-years-old

I didn't know there was anything wrong with it and it made my dad smile. I loved my dad and like any daughter I just wanted to make him happy.

After this first time, it happened every time I sat on his knee. Sometimes when I was in front of my brothers and my mum. As the cushion was always over my legs nobody could tell, and anyway who would assume their dad or husband was doing something like that?

This went on for a year until I had just turned 11 when it became even more sickening.

One night I heard my dad walk along the corridor, I thought he was going to the toilet but it sounded like he was heading to my room.

He opened the door and got into bed with me.

I thought he might be sleep walking but he wasn't as he told me everything was going to be alright.

This was the first time he had full sex with me.

Afterwards he was really nice to me and made me feel like it wasn't wrong, but I knew deep down it was.

I didn't have many friends at school so I didn't have anyone to talk to especially about sex, but I knew that this didn't happen to all the other little girls.

From that night on a few times every week he would sneak into the room and make me have sex with him.

I would lie there petrified, tears streaming down my cheeks when I heard him creeping down the corridor and sliding my door open.

Even when I pretended to be asleep, he would get in and make me have sex anyway.

During sex he would say “you are my wife, not my daughter.”

The next day after he had had sex with me, he would be a different person, he would be really happy and nice to everyone.

I guess I had satisfied him, until the next time he had his “needs.”

It wasn't I was 15 that I eventually managed to fight him off.

I told him it wasn't, pushed him away and told him I couldn't take anymore.

He tried a couple of times after that but I was able to spurn his sick advances.

I wanted more than anything to tell my mum but I didn't want to break-up the family.

Aged 16, I left home and my life spiralled into drink and drug addiction to blank out the pain of what had happened

I have had such a messed up life because of him. I was suicidal for years.

I had a string of failed relationships. I just couldn't trust men after what had happened to me.

All I wanted to was to understand why my dad had done this to me.

Eventually I met a man I could love.

I met Darren in a nightclub in Newquay, we were on the dancefloor. I spurned his advances, but eventually persistence paid off.

We fell in love and moved in together after just three week and I fell pregnant after three months. We had two children Ben,7 and Billy,4.

He was my knight in shining armour, he totally changed my life for the better. Without him I dread to think what would have happened to me.

I know it sounds ridiculous but I wanted my dad back in my life. He was still my dad. I know that will be hard for people to understand but it's true.

I tried rekindle my relationship with him and have a normal family life.

At this time I lived in West Yorkshire and he lived in Newcastle so he wasn't that far away.

It started with a couple of texts and he was nice enough. Then we chatted over the phone.

Eventually he came down to meet the family and he even got on with Darren quite well.

I thought he had changed, maybe I could forgive him for what he had done?

But he hadn't changed, if anything he was worse.

He found out when Darren was at work and he would drive to my house and try and touch me, even with my children in the room.

Once I had told him again and again that I wasn't interested he would eventually leave.

But it didn't end there. He would also send me flirty texts up to 100 times a day.

They would say things like “roses are red violets are blue etc”

One day Darren even saw one of these texts, he asked what it was all about, but I just said Dad was messing about and he thought no more of it.

Darren had proposed to me in 2002 and I said yes, but we didn't arrange the wedding for a number of years.

When we finally decide a date, I sent a text to my family and everyone was happy for me.

At first dad was ok with when other family members were around. But in private he begged me leave him and move the North East.

Eventually after months of begging he finally gave up and turned against me. He told the rest of the family not to go to my wedding.

He pretended he didn't think Darren was a suitable partner, but in reality he was jealous of him. He wanted to marry me himself.

On the 28th August 2009 we married in Wakefield registry office West Yorkshire. Apart from a few friends, the bride's side was virtually empty. It was so embarrassing. I thought my mum was going to come at the last minute, but dad must have told her not to on the day.

I just couldn't take anymore, he had ruined my life and now he had ruined my wedding day.

At 11.30pm on my wedding night Darren found me in floods of tears on the bathroom floor.

I had never told anyone the shocking truth and it all came out.

“What is wrong?” He said.

“I need to tell you something I have never told anyone in my life.” I said, crying uncontrollably.

“Please tell me, I love you so much.” He said.

“When I was younger my dad used to have sex with me. I never wanted too. I was young I didn't know any better.” I said, expecting to watch my marriage end before it started.

“Why have you not told me before?” He said obviously shocked.

“Because you would leave me and I don't want to be alone again. You have 24 hours to annul the marriage. I am damaged goods.” I said resigned to a life alone.

“Don't say that I love you, I don't care about the past I only care about our future. I just can't believe I shook that animals hand.” He said.

Darren really was the man of my dreams.

A few days later I made the hardest phone call of my life to my mum.

Through floods of tears I told her the truth, but she didn't believe it.

I told her I was going to get the police involved.

Over the next year my mum was stuck in the most awkward position ever. My dad denied and she couldn't come to terms with the ugly truth of what really happened.

Eventually a year later, my mum walked my dad into his local police station and handed himself in to lesser charges of indecency. He had admitted some of the story to her during the xmas period.

After numerous cancelled trials, on Friday 25th May 2012, Thomas Ivor Dorwick was sentenced to 18 years at Truro Crown court

A year for each of the childhood and teenage years he robbed from her.

He pleaded guilty to six indecent assaults on a female and three of gross indecency on a child

He pleaded not guilty to three charges of rape was found guilty of one. He pleaded not guilty to three counts of incest was found guilty of two.

My dad deserves everything he gets and I hate him, he took my virginity. But another side of me thinks, I have just sent my own dad to jail for the rest of his life. It's struggle I will have to deal with for the rest of my life. It was something I had to do, to move on with my life and protect my own daughter.

My mum stuck by him and has barely spoken to me for years. She blames me for her sexless marriage because. All he wanted was me.

I feel sorry for my mum as she has been stuck in the most awful situation imaginable. I still love her with my all my heart, I just don't understand why I'm to blame. I just want to move on and bring my family up the environment I always dreamed of as a child.

Virtually all of my family have disowned me, but I have done nothing wrong. I am the victim in all this. My mum said I should have told her when I was younger and I have wrecked her life. But I didn't tell her because I DIDN'T want to destroy her life.

All I ever wanted was a happy and loving family, I don't think that is too much to ask. Now my father sits in prison, but I felt like a prisoner all my life. 

 

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