They tormented me until I was about 10. Every week he beat me for no reason. I felt abused and mistreated. Being tossed around like a ragged doll, only to be told I love you like you're something so special and dear. It didn't feel like I registered it, but in my mind it connected. It was something that needed to be stopped. After every cruel thing he could do or say he always ended with “I love you”. It haunted me. It distorted the meaning of love for me. I didn't know what love was, I just knew that it hurt. And I was tired of it. I had reached the point where I turned to legal authorities and therapy to help the real situation and my perception of love. I remember going to therapy and talking about everything that was hurting me and everything that was affecting me. The therapy did not cure the misperception or take away the pain, but it aided the healing process which would prove to be a