the striking of a hand, the beatings, the name calling. It all seems like a nightmare to me, but I still know that it all exists. It's so sad. The tales of abusive men and the beatings of the women with weak hearts, but only because the men have made them feel that they have weak hearts. I cry when I hear stories of men beating their girlfriends and wives. Are you really a man? Does it make you feel more powerful and have the strength to sleep through the night? If you have answered yes to both questions then I regret ever meeting with you or even having the chance to discuss these matters with you. You will never understand the entire feelings that flood through our very veins when we hear of such things like this.


"oh, edward, please do not tell me that." Her mother's voice was shrill, pitiful, as if on the edge of the windowsill.
"yes, you are, God be my witness, a whore and worse, worse than a whore. You are a terrible person."



Why do i feel such overwhelming vengeance when it comes to things such as this? I have been called these names by men that I have thought were actual men, whom I thought had hearts and whom I thought would understand the seriousness of it all. They were cowards and I only express deep hate for them.