Erik T. doesn’t get it. Living with him is much worse than being a hooker.

Erik is an abusive, violent petty tyrant- everything has to be his way- & he’s cheap! For some strange reason he thinks he’s God’s gift to women- he’s not- he’s an ugly OLD jerk! He lies about his age- says he’s 42 when he’s actually almost 50 years old.

Erik is lousy in bed- does the same old boring thing every time. The drugs & alcohol have taken their toll- not only on his face & scrawny, wasted body, but he can’t get it up.

Who wants to live with someone who hits them, tells them what to do, treats them like slave labor & doesn’t have any manners?

Yes, Erik T., I’d rather be a hooker than be stuck with you!

I didn’t know what it was, i thought it was a game.
Till i found out what sex was..
and then i found out what rape was.
And i will never
EVER
Get over it
But the only person i have told, in my whole life.
And ive been here 16 years.

My brother didn’t exactly molest me… He took off his pants around me and paraded around with a long white thing. He put my hand to it. He touched my butt. He pinched my butt. He ran upstairs and got naked. He would hug me close. He would come in my room and refuse to leave. He also went through the stuff in my bathroom, and I am not sure why. Is that molesting me? IS THAT MOLESTING ME? Because I don’t know what to call it. I just say my brother molested me.

I thought originally that finally I had something that would make me have power over him: to hold this over his head if he tried to hurt me. I hoped he didn’t realize that nothing would happen to him if I told.

I told him I was interested a few months ago.  We decided to “try
things”.  We went on a few dates, I spent a few nights at his house.  I fell
asleep in his arms and woke up in the same place.  Actually, we’d both
wake up around the same time, separated from one another, but he’d
sleepily pull me close to him again so we could wake up together when his
alarm would go off.  He kissed me in private, and he kissed me like he
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