I’m not a huge birthday fan, well at least when it comes to my own. I would love it if I could just forget it. My birthday is around the holidays so it’s not easy to pretend it doesn’t exist. The reason why I’m not a fan is because of what used to happen on my birthday. We would have a party and of course invite family and friends over. That included the person who sexually abused. Any chance he could he would get me alone. When he did that’s the time he would set aside too touch me. This would happen every birthday until the abuse ended. That’s why I want to forget my birthday. My birthday is just a yearly reminder of a time that wasn’t so kind too me.
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I'm Jazzica originally from Chciago Illinois. Freelance Writer, Self-Published Author on Amazon, and an Ordained Minister. Currently working on a bunch of books too many ideas not enough hours of the day. While also working a 9 to 5 job i guess you could say too pay the bills. View all posts by Jazzica Idamarie