Oh Wow! I wasn't expecting you to put God as our business partner at the end. I was too busy getting mad at the man in the story who kept the 100%.
Great story plot, btw. You certainly zeroed in on the man's ingratitude effectively. I guess, we all experience a bit of that ingratitude at one time or another in our lives. A big Ooops!
I admire you for your honesty and attitude on this subject. It's so true how the victims/survivors have been treated as the one's who have done the wrong and blamed unjustly.
Very few have had compassion towards the woman.
I was 19 , when it was over given the gun that was held on me. The police wanted to charge me for having it. They treated me like dirt and I left before the rape kit came. I went back to work and didn't talk about for decades except to my best friend.
Thanks for understanding...
You are not your age,
Nor the size of clothes you wear, You are not a weight,
Or the colour of your hair.
You are not your name,
Or the dimples in your cheeks,
You are all the books you read, And all the words you speak,
You are your croaky morning voice, And the smiles you try to hide,
You’re the sweetness in your laughter, And every tear you’ve cried,
You’re the songs you sing so loudly, When you know you’re all alone,
You’re the places that you’ve been to, And the one that you call home,
You’re the things that you believe in, And the people that you love,
You’re the photos in your bedroom,And the future you dream of,
You’re made of so much beauty, But it seems that you forgot,When you decided that you were defined,
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