When Life gives you a lemon, You don’t have to make lemonade from it every time. The way my life has treated me… I just wish no one else goes through the same. 8 years ago what happened was still fresh in my mind, I can never forget that. I so wished it was a nightmare but unfortunately, it wasn’t.

It’s not like I haven’t moved on from it, but it still affects me whenever I think of it. I hate meeting people, especially women. I hate it when they try to touch me, even if it is a normal handshake. I hate their existence, I won’t even glance at them except for my family. The women in my house are not like her. I know that not every woman is like her, but the scars she left made me doubt the existence of women.