My story isn't unique.Isn't rare.Which is, I guess, what makes it so sad.The story about a girl who falls in love with the wrong man, lured by tender gazes, devoted promises and gentle touches. The gentle touches disappear and she's held captive with ugly insults and brutal beatings.It's common, this story. My past.I can't change the past.I wouldn't even if I could.The ugliness of my past gave me a future worth living for.Worth dying for.It gave me...