But It'S Not What You Would ImagineThe one who broke my heart was my father, who used to beat me when he was drunk. I lived with him between the ages of 4 and 7, and he would always PROMISE me he would stop drinking and doing drugs. He broke my heart with his lies. But it has a happy ending: I'm stronger, I've learned to respect myself, and that what happened was never my fault.
xxcassandra1228xx 18-21, F 4 Responses 3 Feb 8, 2013