i told myself i was never abused he never bruised this pale skin or cut into my flesh, hurting me i never thought emotional abuse was what he did to me he never outright called me names or told me demeaning things about who i was or what i looked like i was just a child a child who lived with suffering from an age too early suffering was just second nature to me i never realized his lying to me over and over again was abuse i didn’t know that him using me as some sort of shield was abuse i did not accept abuse was that he used my sympathy like a greedy child every time a child should never have to go through that and yet i did