Sometimes I feel so claustrophobic living here. The memories are all around me, in every room I go in. I know it's the same after someone you love has died, but these memories hurt in a different way. Something happened in every room. I don't sleep upstairs anymore. Apart from my marriage being rubbish the bedroom is where he raped my mum for years. Thats what has affected me most I think. It has ruined my life, what I do, how I think. I sleep downstairs on the sofa and have done for the last 3/4 years now. It used to tear me apart listening to it happen. I don't even know how to talk about that, it's too horrible. The guilt I felt was extreme, and still is. I couldn't help her, he was a very strong man and was much bigger and stronger than me. But I've always wished that I'd tried to stop him. I did stand up to him sometimes when he used to hit her, but then he'd turn on me. He punched me in the side of the head once and knocked me out because I grabbed his arm to stop him hitting her... I've always had terrible guilt because I never asked anyone for help, but I was terrified. If I had said something to someone and they hadn't believed me, I would still have had to have faced him. I'm sure he would have killed me... He was such a popular person in public and everyone loved him, so I'm sure no-one would ever have believed me.. Even now I can't sleep at night without music playing because that's what I did to block out the sounds of the rapes. I just wish I could get it all out of my head