One Step at a Time: A memoir about a girl that refused to let abuse and trauma define her

Your “love” for me turned into ownership. You took my craving and need for love and affection, and you took advantage of me. You knew I would have done anything for you. But your own insecurities drove you insane. You still to this day don’t believe that’s true, but it is. Every little thing you would scream at more for or accuse me of wasn’t true. I never cheated. I never lied. I would cry myself to sleep every night, begging for you to believe me. You looked for reasons to be mad and you would explode until I was broken. Then you’d apologize and build me back up, just to knock me down again. You made up lies in your head that you convinced yourself were true, no matter how hard I pleaded that they weren’t.