I woke up in my bedroom, after I’d taken all of my sleeping pills asking myself; “Why the hell am I still here?” The bottle says overdose can cause death, but I woke up. Now I’m angry! It Had to Happen.
Uncle came in the bathroom when I was five years old and messed my world up, causing me to hate every man who walked the earth, except my father. I carried this pain for over twenty years. I began to use and abuse every man that I came in contact with because most of them hurt me. I only seem to run into the abusive type, nothing like my father. I slept with them for cars, houses, and what I thought was security. Then I fell in love with a man who didn't love me back. He blacked my eyes and left my mind and body permanently scarred. I loved him with all my heart. He'd get me pregnant and beat the baby out of me, leaving me empty and heartbroken. I stayed for so long because I loved him. I still love him, but now I love me. It Had to Happen!