@Olivier5,
You must live in a very pollyannic world, where daisy filled meadows and rainbows reaching as far as the eye can see are the norm.
I didn't.
I could recount experiences from the age of eleven, filled with physical and mental assault, black eyes, rapes, cuts, bruises, split lips from repeated oral sexual assault, running away, being brought home many times by a police escort, being beaten for it, being scared, being lonely, being hungry because I was too scared to come out of a locked room.
It never went away.
Ever.
Well, up to the point at 15 I left and the cops were tired of bring me back so they just told me to "don't get caught."
And you dare to call me a "crybaby."
That I'm "full of myself" and "can't articulate an argument."
I have to disagree on that. I could be more graphic or more "political" if you want. I just don't see the need for it.
*mic drop