I know he killed my child, but no one would believe me. The day she died is the day I died. He was fucking a 15 year old girl - there were about 8 of them there in that hotel room. He was there, a 19 year old, an 18 year old all men then the young girls - "friends" my child called them. She had a gash in her head from the struggle. I found a letter from one of them after she died - it stated he killed her. No one would listen; they thought I was just distraught; the judge called me a "jealous woman." this is when my life ended. I kept breathing, but the person I was had died. The guilt has eaten at me my entire life. Ever since that day my life has been a shit show. I begged someone to listen to me - no one would. He moved on, married three or four more times. No remorse, no soul. Dying is a luxury for me. Dying will be my release. I hate my life. Every day something bad happens - perhaps this is my payback for not trying hard enough to get someone to listen to me. I've always changed my life before, always found that sliver of hope. I wish he were dead. I wish he would die a horrendous death full of pain. that isn't me. My life has changed - it's now full of hate and remorse. I must go.
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