Picking apart my psyche was a scary thing, because I had no idea what would happen when it was all laid bare, and I realised how much I’d locked away to try and appear normal, and professional, and strong. I mean, why would any woman crave the kind of treatment I did? What normal woman wants a man to treat her like nothing more than a slut, holes to fuck, someone to use and discard, while demeaning them with cruel taunts and insults? Nope, definitely something wrong there.
I'm Not Okay by Enkay47
