JUDE
Once upon a time, I wanted a son, not a daughter.
As said: we all needed love in our lives. Some even believe it held the most proportion of human survival.
It was stolen away from me when my mother died, and I was forced to live with my stepfather who held me hostage as I was only eleven and had nowhere to go but do as he said.
There are certain memories that never fade, and mine were those days when that man would make me please him in ways we both know were abusive and improper for a child, in exchange for food for my stomach and a roof over my head.
The thing is I only saw men as beasts.
I mean if you look at it the same way I do; my father was the kind who used his belt to whip me until he was satisfied with the marks he had left.
And then I was raised by a child molest
