To elaborate on later:
A child of rape, given up for adoption at six months.
Repeatedly raped from the age of 4 to 12 years old by my brother.
Physically, mentally, and emotionally abused by my adoptive mother and siblings.
Sole solace found in my adoptive father, who was never anything but kind and loving.
Moved away at 18 to a man I barely knew just to get away. Ended up giving up my personal identity to pursue what I thought was love. Ended up alone six years later.
Spent time after divorce binge drinking and having sex with nearly anything, eventually leading up to a drugged gangbang.
Met another man that taught me control and love through dominance and submission.
Met yet another as my father was dying, that I married out of a sense of duty to do the right thing and straighten out my life. I love him, but know it can't last.
And finally, trying to find a way out of it all, falling in love yet again with someone wildly younger yet so alike me in history that I feel drawn beyond all reason to be with him.
How will it all end?
We won't know unless I start at the beginning. Each line separation is an entry to come. Stay tuned.
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