Wordaholic

Trust me if anyone was to write on this subject it would definitely be me. I was born into an apostolic Pentecostal church where jeweries, make up, dancing and certain hair do are forbidden. Childhood was a mixture of both pleasant and ugly experiences.    First, I was abused sexually by a relative in my parent's house. He exploited my innocence and naivety. Once my mom caught him abusing Me. She beat him up severely. I don't know if she forgot about the whole incidence when she asks if I was a virgin. "How?...I was abused, you know that. Don't you?" That's the reply that comes to my mind but barely is uttered for fear of judgment, making her sad. So I'll just reply "yes". I grew up in a poor family. Most of the needs were provided by my mother who earned much more higher than my dad. My immediate younger brother was sick and never taken to the hospital because of our doctrine. My ears were unpierced and I felt like the odd person in the crowd in