Do you know how abuse feels like?
A friend asked me to make her a cup of peppermint tea. After making it I realized that I accidentally made chamomile tea instead of the one she asked for.
I stood in the kitchen, panicking, shaking and crying, thinking that she’d throw the cup at my face, calling me a stupid bitch.
I’m 20 years old and I don’t live with my abusive parents anymore.
Our bodies may grow, but the abused little child will always live within our hearts.