I knew him way back when. We were young and he was one of the most handsome men I’d ever met in my 22 years.  His Hershey chocolate skin enticed me and his New York accent engulfed me like a warm blanket on a cold November day. The scent of his cologne danced in my…

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Backstory:As the battle continued to break the chains of the demons of abuse and control, the final straw came after I was raped one evening. My children were with a sitter and my mother arrived and took them into her care. She informed me I had no visitation or anything until a hearing came due.…

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    Dear Diary, May 1, 2008   As tears stream down my face I search through my make up to find concealer to cover up the black eye I received the day before. Looking in the mirror I ask myself why I stay, and the answer is always the same. I stay because of…

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