He treated me as if I was nothing, he treated me the way everyone else treated me the way I was but not who I am now. I'm different I've changed he changed me for the better and the worst for him and everyone else.
The shit he put me through was harsh, but the hardest to bear wasn’t the slap or the shove but the sting of the words. One time was all it took, one time. The words oh the words felt like fire like bit by bit flesh by flesh he ripped from my body.
Maybe after reading this you probably think I'm a nut case on crack whatever like he never did anything wrong. I maybe a young 19 but I understand I know who and what he really is. Hell yeah I probably contributed to that but that gave him no right whatsoever to do what he did to me last night.
I'm telling you the truth the truth about that happens in the queen bedroom down the hall from his the nights I became bitchy and bitter.