Fuck

I’m having nervous breakdown about writing this next part of my book. Like, I’m breaking down crying. My mom is patiently listening to me freak out. There’s just so much trauma during this part. Manipulation, controlling behaviors, emotional abuse, alienation from family and friends, and the worst: the emotional abuse of my son. I can’tContinue reading “Fuck”

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