Rosie's flashback

sitting here in my house at three in the afternoon with my pajamas still on. i have company coming in tonight and i am not showered dressed grocery shopped laundered or cleaned... its all rosie. she's so afraid no one will come. its reminding her of sitting in the closet and waiting on her mom to come home and rescue her. her mother never came. it was always her father. stupid daddy. time for a bath. time to be washed. time to be abused. time to throw up. she didnt ddare scxream. but she had so so much to be afraid of. sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo sad. why cant i stop remembering and get out of this stupid flashback?