"But you didn't. And...and I know you won't. Ever. I hit you, and you stayed in control. I want you to remember that the next time you feel guilty, ok? And the things you said...well some of them were true. Your father doesn't love me, if he ever did. And I was treating you badly. As for how I was dressed..."
I bit my lip. This was bad. There was no real way to talk about this without admitting a few things that I wasn't even comfortable thinking about, much less discussing.
"I think...I think you know that what you called me...whore...is a word men use to degrade women. To make them feel like things. Do you think of me that way?"
"No!"
She smiled. It was amazing how good it made me feel.
"I didn't think so. I think you probably repeated something you heard on tv...or from your father
