I am struggling so hard. I keep replaying the situations in my head. I keep hearing him tell be that I am a worthless b****. That no one would ever love me. I keep feeling that fear. God how I wish someone cared enough to notice. I wish someone would hold me and tell me it will all be okay. I wish someone would listen to me without the s***** motive. I wish I could cry these years without fear of having to retell and relive all the stories. This battle is proving to be more than I can take. I don’t know how to ask for help. I don’t know who to turn to.
