Blood sucking moochers have no place in my life. I pity his next victim. She thinks herself his hero, believes his lies. The day she thinks to interfere with my family our progress is the day she gets a look at the real picture.
No one will ever know how badly my fingers shake sometimes. Speaking the truth is the scariest thing I've ever done. Knowing I'm judged as evil, misunderstood, and sometimes hated hurts like hell, but my conscience won't let me be silent. I half wish I could, but I know me well enough to know I couldn't live in my own skin if I stopped trying.