Someone sent me a message making the suggestion that I should thank those who made me who I am today…

I thought about how degrading that would be, what shit I’d feel like if I did… Then I started thinking about all the men that raped me and how nothing changed for them…

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I love working hard and getting my hair, clothes and make up perfect and pretty only to have him tell me I look like trash after he tears everything off, drags me to the tub by my hair and spits and cums and pisses on all my effort to look good for him.

I feel like I’m living in a romance novel sometimes.

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