This leads me to the importance of keeping your circle close and to have some sort of standards and a core value in place. If somebody in your life is constantly disrespecting you, there must be some sort of attached value or finite price. Why allow somebody who doesn’t have an interest in your heart have a say on what is going on
A Daughter’s Love
The abuse that I endured was nothing. In fact it helped me realize my place. Without something so horrid happening to me I don’t think I would have the drive to want to save my face. It hurt knowing that for a small time a piece of me was thriving inside of me until the ultimate decision was made that it was her time to die.
I hated myself so much and I was barely a girl. Nothing nice was said about me as I was left alone in the world. With nobody to talk to I spent most of my days alone. It took everything I could just to want to stay alive here when it could have been easier to leave and make that final journey home.
You Dumb F*ck
Imagine being hated for just being you at least that is how I feel living in this house. His terms of endearment are always you f*cking goof or you dumb f*ck making sure that it is known that I am worthless never to be worthy enough to anybody else.
Crippled by Ignorant Hatred
I like to think we are all human and it is a lot easier for us to be kind but what I realized is that so many people are so spiteful that they are ready to engage before you even get a chance to leave the house. I guess I should be attentive more and run away when my smile isn’t returned. I think that is how you can tell to avoid them at all costs, just take a look at their resting b*tch face. I used to think that I loved living in a small town now these ladies have resorted this community to trash. I can’t imagine being apart of something that truly exhibited a lack of class.
At the same I am getting told off by some narcissist sliding into my DM’s with the latest dick pick I am also getting told off by my husband. I hate saying anything. Most times I just freeze up and become mute. On one end I am getting called a douche because I don’t want to respond to this hyper sexualized person as my husband arrives home to dictate my day.