A Survivor's Tale
Inspired by my friend and her struggles.He sat on top of her, legs and body raised just slightly above her hips, so as not to crush her with his weight. He was leaning forward, holding her arms over her head. She was afraid to look him in the eyes, her face red, eyes tearing up. “Please don’t”, she whimpered. It was barely audible. “Yes baby, please. It’s okay. It’s time. I love you.” “No, I can’t” “It’s nothing to be ashamed of. It is who you are.” She looked...