How Men Become Abusers, Reflecting on My Toxic Behavior with Women
We need to check the dangerous behavior of our boys before they become abusers. I almost became one.
When I was six years old, I had my first crush. Her name was Fiona, and she was all of that and a bag of chips. Scratch that, she was too good for just one bag of chips, she was two bags, plus a pack of now or later. Fiona was brown skin with dark brown eyes, and jet black hair. Along with being the prettiest girl in my fi…
