I have a story I’d like to tell. I made a promise to myself that I would survive. I grant you; it wasn’t easy. The only choice I had was to strip at the local men’s club after my boyfriend left me. I chose to trust him, but it was just a trap. Shame, though, because he checked all the boxes on my list. I know that doesn’t matter now. Sure would be great to wave a magic wand and change my sorry past. But I guess it’s good that I’m still here.
Thanks for listening and letting me share.