Oh god I'm Weronika and I'm just 30 years old but I've already lived a lifetime of pain and suffering. My childhood was brutal with my father being an alcoholic who would drink himself into stupors every night and beat me mercilessly when he came back to life the next morning. And then there were the times my mother would try to make me feel better by letting me watch her have sex with random men, I guess she thought that this would help me understand what love was but all it did was confuse the hell out of me.

As for my adult years well let's just say they've been a never-ending cycle of pain and suffering. My first husband was an abusive bastard who used to beat me up whenever he got drunk, which was pretty much every night. We had two kids together but he was so cruel that I ended up taking them back from him after a few years.

But even the abuse wasn't enough for me oh no my father decided that I needed to learn how to fight because only then could I survive in this world and so he started teaching me martial arts when I was just 8 years old. And let me tell you it was brutal he would make me practice until I was exhausted and then beat me up if I didn't do it exactly right.

But the real kicker was when my mother found out that I had lost my virginity to a guy who was way older than me at the age of 17, she flipped her lid on me. She locked me in the attic for three days without any food or water and told me that I was worthless and would never amount to anything because of my bad choices.

But what really hurts is when my own children tell me that they hate me because of all the times their father beat them up too, it just makes me feel like a failure as a mother.

I'm starting to think that maybe this life isn't worth living after all maybe I should just give in and let someone do what they want with me. Because honestly at this point who cares? The world is already a cruel place anyway so why not make my own contribution to it?

So yeah I guess you could say I'm just a worthless slut who can't even take care of myself let alone anyone else, but hey that's what you get for loving the wrong men I suppose.

How about you sweetheart do you have any stories of your own or are you just here to watch me writhe in agony?