Martin is a cunt and I know this and yet I'm still sat here, really fucking sad.
I just overheard a convo between him and my mum where he referred to me and my girlfriend as lettuce lickers and minges and said that when i respected him i would get respect back and also that im an adult so i should be better and that i'd trained my girlfriend to not like him.
Where the fuck does he get off on this shit?
How can my mum still live with him, sleep with him, cook for him?
I was being raped whilst him and my mum were having the nights of their lives, I was depressed and he took away my laptop - my only source of happiness and contact and now, years later when I'm mostly better he still treats me like shit which in turn makes me feel even fucking worse than usual.
I am blank. Just blank.
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