now what

I know that some of you want a James story but I can’t right now. It’s painful…I hate the bastard, I hate that I had to strip, I hate that I had to drink to take my mind off of everything, I hate that I lost my apartment, I hate that I lost my daughter twice because of that bastard, I hate that I was raped more that I care to count because of that mother fucking bastard, I hate that I live in a car because I had nowhere else to go, I hate that I had to steal to eat, I hate that I talked to a pimp about prostitution because he was not a man, I hate that he was getting high all the time, I hate that he was cheating on me while I was pregnant, I hate that I never cheated on him…….