perception of being ‘happy’.

How did I allow myself to be so trapped, so worthless, so unloved that I would be treated like a punch bag because of his issues?

Stewart and I initially clicked together so well I guess because let’s face it; we had the same internal and complex issues unbeknownst to other people.

We were both sexually abused as children. A fact both of us tried to escape from daily; but sadly, were unable to do so. Without realising it I guess it had consumed us in ways neither of us could imagine. Our once closeness; lovingness and partnership of

mutual understanding of being sexually abused was now tearing us apart. My inner anger had died away a long time ago; Stewart’s anger