I'm a fast runner, and I'm good at sports... so why is it that because of my sexuality I'm always chosen last for the teams at school?

I hate it when my husband is too sick to help with the kids or the house, but as soon as his friends call, he's well enough to go out drinking and partying.

Even though I'm a grown woman, I still have a paralyzing fear of thunderstorms. I get sick to my stomach and cry until they pass.

I lied to your family about our fight right before you killed yourself. I didn't want them to know you hit me. I still love you and am in agony.

I fell in love with a man who turned out to be a monster. I thought I was strong enough but he broke me down. Nobody knows what he's done to me. My fault.