TRUST
I didn’t have it
I lost it all
When he took my heart
And broke it against the wall
Hush little girl
Don’t say a word
This won’t hurt at all
Nothing will be heard
I swear I will get you
You stupid _____
I don’t know why I married you
You give my finger the itch
Abuse comes in many forms
Age is not a number
The fear I give to you
Will be alive in slumber
Years go by and we grow old
Our bodies turn to rust
The only thing that remains the same
Is the constant lack of trust.
Written by,
Terry Shepherd
01.24.2014
Who I am 
I know that one very well. I never had any physical abuse. Well .. not violence. Mental abuse though. That’s what happens when you find a narcissistic sociopath.
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I think you are a very special person walking this earth. So it saddens me to know you recognize anything in this post. Love and hugs my friend
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When I was growing up,
I swore I would not be my father.
I am not.
I swore I would never raise my hand to a woman.
I did not.
I swore I would never be nasty to others.
I have not. (not intentionally)
Others, unfortunately, do not follow the same code
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I love your words and I am so proud of who you are today. I am proud that you decided to make the decision to not follow in the path you were taught. Big hugs
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Well written and unfortunately, I relate to this very well.
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it is sad that so many of us do. I am sorry that you recognize
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So sad.
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yes
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You wrote and spoke for quite a number of people today. Thank you. The image is so beatiful by the way!
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thank you so much for a wonderful comment!!!
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Sure! Sorry, I meant to say beautiful not beatiful!
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Great take on the prompt, Terry. We were on the same wavelength!
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great minds think alike????? LOL thanks so much
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That is beautiful Terry
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Thank you so much!!!
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This filled me with so many emotions. Anger, sadness, motivation, inspiration… I relate to your words, this story as abuse does indeed come in many forms.
Happy to see you, Terry. Always a pleasure.
Much love to you.
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Thank you Kellie. I hope you are doing ok. I miss chatting with you
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