He didn’t hit me, but he destroyed all I was as a person. I didn’t even realize it was abuse, because it wasn’t physical. It was the mental abuse, that wore me away like an eraser removing a pencil mark on a piece of paper, it never really goes away, it fades it away, but you still know traces of it are left behind. I live with those traces every single day.
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