A Year of Hell-or Three-a true story
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Last published Thu, Dec 18, 2014
This is my story of domestic abuse/violence and Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) This happened around three years ago and it still bothers me.
I'm begging you. If you or someone you know are suffering from domestic abuse, report it. It's never going to get better on it's own. Believe me, I'd know.
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