Have You Ever

 Have you ever been abused? Mentally, physically, verbally or even emotionally? It really fucking sucks, right? I know firsthand what it’s like for all four. You see my father inflicted all three upon me. First it was daily verbal abuse. It didn’t bother me after a while. So, no biggy. Next came the mental abuse. That was partially my fault, always trying to please daddy. I guess the emotional abuse came with the mental abuse. Hand in hand they came. When I got older, he started to physically abuse me. It wasn’t often but it was often enough. No matter the amount of abuse I suffered through, I went with it for 17 years. Always wanting to please my father. A father who was never there. A father that only recognized me when he wanted me to do something for him, or if I had “done something wrong”. I still want to please him, but now I am strong enough to know when I’m being used. Never again will I be used like that.

My life to live. My time to love.

My time to be free.

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