Finding out about your childhood caught me by surprise. It explains why you have difficulty trusting anyone, especially those you love. I’m so sorry you were abused as a kid, but it’s not my fault. I’ll help you away way I can, but won’t let you abuse me because of your past. A.O.

My name is Chris,
I am three,
My eyes are swollen
I cannot see,
I must be stupid
I must be bad,
What else could have made
My daddy so mad?
I wish I were better,
I wish I wasn’t ugly,
Then maybe my mommy
Would still want to hug me…
Author Unknown