Here I am, a few months, after all, that ended. Dying to tell someone what happened. So I wrote this, to kill the best that had been living for too long inside me. To accept the fact that I have no father from now on. To accept the fact that what I lived was bad. To finally let go of it.
Except for my mother, no one asked me what happened. Maybe by fear of making me sad? But they are wrong, I need to speak, to tell my story. So I am doing this to cure myself.
Whether people like it or not. Whether people read it. Whether it gets published or not. I do not care.
YOU ARE READING
My Truth Untold
Non-FictionThis book isn't for others. Usually, I write intending to help others pass through hard stuff and understand how precise situations can be felt. But this one, this book is different. This book is to help me. May I kill this beast, slowly eating me...
