
My instincts were screaming at me to move forward, but I was scared to leave. I was afraid of what he might do. Read more
My instincts were screaming at me to move forward, but I was scared to leave. I was afraid of what he might do. Read more
By Jonna Ivin Content warning: Descriptions of abuse You have nothing to complain about. I don’t beat you. He’s drunk. Some nights are bearable. Others need to be waited out. Hours earlier, he groped at my tits and tried to shove his hands down my pants. Now he’s pissed off. He’s up. He’s down. Six beers this. Ten Read more