I can't tell you how long I huddled there, I can't tell you if the water was hot or cold …
I didn’t want to leave him, because I didn’t want to be judged as weak, or as the girl who gave up.
I look at photos of myself as a child and it makes me sad. Sad to think I couldn’t protect her, sad that she had to become an adult at such an early age
NO means NO. There are no if, buts or maybes.
Every single one of us is fighting our own battle. Each one of us have experienced our own trials and tribulations. Each one of us have experienced our own kind of heartbreak, pain and loss.
He knew my past, he knew my insecurities, he knew how to use it against me and at the time, I believed him. After all, who would want someone like me?