And I grew up feeling trafficked. Used for someone else pleasures and dreams. My desires denied due to what my Mama wanted was more important. Both of them. And I had to face that my Mama did send me to a stranger. And that she did not know what she really had done to me.
Yeah. I felt captured and held against my will.
I felt used. I felt worthless and powerless to get my need met. Denied. Neglected. Abused. Unappreciated. Like a pawn in a sick game. That Mama would not like I was playing.
If she only knew. What her daughter was exposed too beyond her realm of reach.
Only prayers to guide me.