honestly just a get to know me book ! full of random silliness :) do you love the cover? i LOVE the cover !!! i made it!!! i'm so proud of it!!

In Three Times a Victim: Living Under the Shadow of Toxic Shame, the author shares a deeply personal and harrowing journey through layers of injustice-first as a victim of a traumatic assault, then as the accused in a cruel reversal of truth, and finally as a casualty of a justice system riddled with gender bias and systemic failure. With raw honesty and emotional depth, this memoir delves into the profound psychological impact of being disbelieved, shamed, and ultimately betrayed by those entrusted to uphold justice. It explores how pre-existing wounds of childhood abuse, emotional deprivation, and toxic shame collided with the crushing weight of false accusations-leaving scars that persist in personal and professional life. Through vivid storytelling, the author examines the societal biases that too often dismiss male victims, the emotional toll of battling for truth in a world unwilling to listen, and the ongoing struggle to reclaim dignity and identity in the face of relentless self-doubt and despair. Despite the darkness, Three Times a Victim is also a testament to resilience, offering an unflinching look at survival, self-acceptance, and the pursuit of healing. This memoir is a must-read for anyone who has ever faced injustice, battled with feelings of shame and isolation, or sought to understand the devastating consequences of a system that too often punishes the innocent. It is a powerful call to challenge societal perceptions, advocate for fairness, and shine a light on the silent struggles that persist long after the case is closed.

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My stepdad is a wrecker driver. We woke up at 2 in the morning to drive from Texarkana, Arkansas all the way to Kansas City, Missouri. We couldn't get out and go places. So all the pictures in this book are from me taking pictures in the backseat. Hope you enjoy!

Mary has just witnessed something horrible. Something she could never begin to cope with; something that she caused, or perhaps committed...

This story was told to me by an older friend many years ago. He has since disappeared. As far as I know, this extraordinary tale is accurate. I even have a picture with evidence of proof that I'll share with you at the end. The name I use in the story, Gregg Richards, is not his real name and is the only thing I changed. After Gregg told me of his supernatural experiences while hiking, I was so spellbound that I asked him if I could put together a short story about it one day. He agreed, with me promising to use a fictitious name. I hope you'll be as fascinated by this tale as I was when I first heard it.

"Miss Midnight, you got a sexy little nurse outfit in the back for me?" I glared at him as he started stalking towards me. "Fuck off, Thylus." Qucik, this guy is quick! In an instant his giant long arm helped bridge the gap between us, his hand around my neck in a second. Eyes wide, I grabbed his hand trying to loosen his grip. His body was up against mine now, he was staring down at me. Sarah yelped and tried to rush over, but he shoved her across the room pretty damn easily. She hit the floor with a loud thud. ********* MATURE CONTENT ********* Midnight, a travel nurse, realizes it's time to return home and take care of her mother. After a decade, who knows what's waiting for her back home. In this part of the Ozarks, drugs, abuse, rape, is all apart of the subculture. Once you're in, you're never really out. Years of trauma, abuse and survival, mixed in with normalcy and pretty scenery can really screw a person up. Darius, after a failed a marriage and split custody must not figure out where his shitty life is going. He's a large man with a larger temper. His mom ran off when he was little, and his dad won't last 6 months. Drugs and sex run the world, and this world belongs to him, he's jsut letting Thylus run it while he figures things out.

David had never given much thought to Karla when she was alive. She had been pretty but plain; boring bordering on strange. Just another classmate haunting his high school's hallways. But after she died she became his obsession. Now she came to his window every night, wearing only what he had dreamed of her wearing that day.