Judgement

Once again, I find myself sitting here and thinking. Thinking about Angela and what she is going through. That poor girl, all she wanted was some help, and Bob just ripped her apart, trying to make her look like a bad mother, and a whore, and a lowlife. But after talking to her, I don't see that she is any of those things. I know what it's like to miss my children, I know what it's like to lose my home. I know what it's like to have to ask for help, and I know what it's like to be judged. If I could do anything in the world, I would devote myself to helping women like myself. We were dealt a shitty hand. We've been raped, beaten, and abused by the ones we thought loved us. We've been taken advantage of, and all we ever asked for is to be normal. To have a life, a family, a fulfilling job, stability. But once you have that curse, it's hard to break.