I am in tears as I write this. There were certain clothes I was only allowed to wear, certain make-up patterns, certain words to say and certain times to say them. He repeatedly asked me if I liked what I saw, if I could be like those women. I can taste blood. God will expose these evils out and they will not go unpunished.
He managed to escape the situation when he was
No guy could just love me, and want to make love to me. The saddest part is I still go to see my aunt and uncle. Makinf me thank they, when thay were done with me. Threats, constant threats of retribution, or even death. You are commenting using your Facebook account. I recently got better mental health people, and my psychiatrist seems way better than other I have ever seen.