Monday, July 24, 2006 JH never beat on me. Not once. He was never physically violent. He may have slapped me a twice in my life for being extremely resistant. Mostly it was words. He ripped me to shreds with words that left me willing to do anything to make him stop saying them. "You little cunt, why'd you like your own Granddaddy doing those things and not want a real man to touch you?" or "You need to learn how to be good so you can make a man love you some day. Your own Daddy hates you." And i would cave. Raven screamed at 11:03 PM ![]() |
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