When you’ve been abused for a very long time, you begin to doubt if you are worth it, as a person. I used to be very beautiful, fun-loving, daring, and full of life, the first 16 years of my experience. And then I met Michael. And he became everything about me. Every move I made, Michael had a say. The way I dressed, the way I acted, the way I spoke, and all, it was him, for him, and to please him. The “Kim” that I was, it was gone. Just because of love, or so I thought that it was love.