And here you are, on the other side of that hell, viewing it, naming it and understanding it on a…

The one person I loved the most, regardless of how quickly and viciously she changed, was the person who physically abused me, stole from me, left our home for days on end to be with other people (forget the fact her own children were at home, fending for themselves), called me various unsettling and belittling names, and said on more than one occasion “I just want to have fun” was the one person I begged to see me — please see me and love me. She couldn’t. Not during those days. Not without help.
You Can’t Run Away From Yourself
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Tre L. Loadholt
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And here you are, on the other side of that hell, viewing it, naming it and understanding it on a very different level.
You already know how much I admire your work, but this is another level of respect.
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Written by Wild Flower5.3K Followers
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Jess is my real name. Writing from sandy shores in-between the chaos of life. Community worker by day and P o e t e s s all other times. Journey with me.
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