I Never Had the Chance to Give Men the Benefit of the Doubt…
The 1st man I knew (my father) really loved me. But he screwed another woman while my mother laid in the hospital dying, and he was a mean drunk. The second male I knew was my brother. He molested me. The third man I knew was my grandfather. He molested me. Another boy I knew, a family friend, tried to molest me. My first husband…beat the crap out of me, lied, cheated on me, sold my belongings for drugs and told me they were stolen. My second was not mean but dishonest as well. The third, a misogynist and a liar. Actually, a diabolical liar from day one, literally, and a fan of disturbing porn that makes me question what he even ever wanted from me.
I don’t want to think of men as predators, but how can I not when almost everyone I’ve ever met is? Oh, forgot to mention the attempted break-ins and robberies…men.
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