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Was It Abuse?

Yeah, it was. I didn't know it. I didn't think a 6'5" 280# guy could be the victim of abuse by a tiny little woman. What would people think? How would they treat me? 

You know, my whole life I really cared a lot about what people thought of me. From theme I was very young, I loved being the center of attention, I loved performing, and I really loved people telling me how much they enjoyed it. I remember as a small child, memorizing things like the presidents, or books of the Bible, or anything that would give me a something to show off. I remember being the center of attention when my grandparents' friends would visit. 

So, I cared a LOT about what people thought. To the point that I was dishonest about things so people would still like me. 

When I 


How dare I look at her phone? Or suspect anything? How dare I? 

Anytime anyone did anything she didn't like she would explode.

Monarch Dental, Target, Doctor's Offices, Work.

She'd file a complaint with HR.

She went to rehab and came out worse.


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