1 week ago. September 15, 2022 at 2:14 AM
I don't have the capacity to love I fear. I can cry, when I think of love. The thoughts of love, how I miss family love. How I wish it truely.
From the age of 8, earlier if we burst a bubble. I was a subject of domestic violence. Constant mother lying on the couch, trying the best she could, with a pint of jim. I a troubled student in school; testing isnt my forte. It wasnt all bad, I loved to baton twirl, and rescue bunnies and cats. I liked lizards alot to.
I was in 3rd grade when I learned about porn. My daddy got caught in our house, Magazines, Dvd's, & a whore. This time I knew daddy was able to have two pussy's.
It broke a single women down, but she wasnt going to stop there.
Watching the women my father had a sexual relationship with shoot a bullet through my window, had to be an issue, right?
I believe that sometimes children are subject to absolutely to much, that their minds are too subtle to completely comprehend.
SO, I dissociate from this thought of daddy getting 2 women. I mean are you trying to kill me with this pain?
"Ill give it a month."
tears running down her eyes, knowing now wasnt the time or place.
A.H DONT LET ME FORGET