People rarely see me cry. I remember once when I was about 11 years old I had been verbally abused, degraded by my father as he stuck his finger up my cunt. He screamed at me, as he took my picture, Louise if you don’t stop crying I will give you something to cry about.
I stopped.
I m in Love with ur Photo.
(A cute Baby with a sacred smile.)
I’m so sorry…
Thank you my dear lady. We all have our challenges don’t we.
We do, but my word, I’m disgusted. I struggled with what to say. I wish there was something I could do to help.
Persia I appreciate you so much. I think a lot of people don’t know what to say when we hear bad things, I do. That’s why I struggle because I have not know what to think of it all myself. How does anyone understand abuse, we don’t. Good people don’t.