verbal abuse

‘My boyfriend would sit on Tinder, sending sexts to women he’d hooked up with the night before. I still loved him and gave him the benefit of the doubt. It was the biggest mistake I ever made.’

“As weeks went by, we continued to live together. I thought there was a chance we could get back together. Then I found he’d been holding online relationships with several women, sending pornographic videos, and arranging meet ups. He claimed it was because he had no self-confidence and needed people to flirt with.”

‘You catch this baby, or I will.’ My son’s father fainted. He woke up, saw our newborn, then left to smoke. He returned smelling of cheap beer and cigarettes.’

“‘I’m taking our son,’ he said. It was snowing and he was wasted. ‘He will not take my child like this.’ My grandmother walked in from church. ‘Take my son and lock yourself in your room!,’ I screamed. He got in his car and sped off, fish-tailing down the snow-covered road. Hours later, he returned.”

‘When I was 15, I was sent to a private boarding facility in the backwoods. I snuck out was roaming during the night. I was suddenly taken into a building far in the woods, the doors locking behind me.’

“For the next 2 years, I was ‘locked up’ with wire fences, an open bay dorm of girls in dresses. I was to say yes ma’am and no sir. Everything was taken from me. Our letters were censored. Girls who would cry would be forced to sit in a baby stool with a pacifier.”

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