This story is PG-13 for a reason. That reason being: This story includes abuse, an aspect I'm still not a professional with.
My life has never been fair. But I guess I'm used to it. It's kind of sad when you get used to hate and pain, but like anything else, the more you're exposed to it, the more you expect it to happen. It becomes the "norm," so to speak.
Not one day has gone by where I hadn't wished to have a normal life. But then again, I probably wouldn't know normal even if it came up and hit me in the face. I've accepted the pain as a part of my life.