Teaching Sin

Teaching Sin

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My childhood sucked. My mother left me in the care of my father when I was just four years old. Raised by a man who hated me. I grew up surrounded by drunks, junkies and corrupt police men. My life was pure hell and nobody cared enough about me to help. I knew enough about my father to get him locked up behind bars. I thought things were going to change for the better since he had been locked up and I was finally free. Boy was I wrong! After years of wondering what happened to my mother, I finally found her. Only to discover that she had a new family and she hated me just as much as my father. My name was branded and because of that I knew I would never be free. Until him. Until I met them. We liked the same things. I really thought things were going to be different with them in my life. But maybe I was wrong. Maybe I was destined to be alone. Will I ever get my happy ending? (PLEASE NOTE THIS BOOK IS FOR READERS OVER THE AGE OF 18. IT CONTAINS MATURE THEMES WHICH INCLUDES BDSM, DDLG, POLYAMORY RELATIONSHIP ECT. IF YOU FIND ANY OF THE ABOVE TRIGGERING, PLEASE DON'T READ THIS BOOK.)
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"There comes a point where you no longer care if there's a light at the end of the tunnel or not. You're just sick of the tunnel." - Who I am doesn't matter. How I got here doesn't matter. What matters now is I'm getting help, right? That's what they tell me here. They tell me that the road to recovery feels like a terrible butt fuck, but the fact that you're on the path to begin with, is all that matters. So as I sit in this circle of fuck ups, I realize just how different I am from them. I didn't attempt suicide because my mother was a crack addict who didn't want me. My father wasn't abusive. I didn't have a sibling die in a car accident. I was never really bullied either. I attempted suicide because, for the first time in years, I thought I had found something that could make me feel again... and after not feeling much at all for far too long, perhaps I went a bit overboard

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