…..THEN I TURNED AROUND TO FIND HIM HOLDING A SHOTGUN, MIND YOU WE DIDN’T OWN ANY GUNS. NEEDLESS TO SAY MY HEART WAS POUNDING UNCONTROLLABLY. HE PROCEEDED TO THE DOOR AND CLOSED AND LOCKED THE MAIN DOOR, THEN CLOSED THE FRENCH DOOR. I CALMLY ASKED HIM, “WHAT ARE YOU DOING”? HE REPLIED IN A VERY…
I was 18 years old in my second year of college, living my life to the fullest, trying to find myself in the world. I had never been in a relationship partly because I had pretty low self esteem (always had) and partly because I was hard headed (always have been lol) and saw no…
I went back over 10 times in 8 years, not because I thought I couldn’t make it on my own. I kept going back because it was normal for us. We would fight and make up…me with bruised ribs or busted lip…him with stab wounds and missing locs. I kept going back because I loved…
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