Two days ago I walking by the hospital I work at and I saw this guy outside the surgery center, he looked familiar. As soon as he saw me, he called out my name and I went over to see who he was and he told me his name. I still wasn't sure, but then I remembered that he and my "mother" were going out shortly after my dad died when I was younger. My mother had a few boyfriends after my dads death and ALL of them I ended up hateing, this one didn't beat or rape me like most of the others did, but he knew and gave me alot of shit about it every day. I was about to hit him but I couldn't do it for some reason, I feelt beaten, defeated, like he put me in my place and hitting him make me a poor loser. I've been feeling like this since.