Myself as a little girl was fat, ugly, lazy, unappreciative, and lonely. I've never had much self esteem and whatever I would think of myself as good at always some how disappeared. We never had money, but somehow my parents had money for the bars. At age 12 we moved away. Less bars for them, less friends for me. I got fatter, uglier, lazier, and majorly depressed. I remember the first time I ever thought about killing myself was at age 12. At 14 I finally made a few close friends. Lost my virginity at 14, raped at 15. Self esteem plummets again. I gained back the 25 lbs I lost plus another 10. Self esteem was pretty much nonexistant. I started cutting at 16 and soon tried to kill myself. I failed. The cutting got worse. I had one night stands with guys from the internet. Tried to kill myself again at 17. Quit cutting at 18. Started picking at 19 and haven't stopped.
I'm now 25, married, two kids, a steady job (the same one since I was 15) and I haven't cut AT ALL since 18. I haven't tried to kill myself AT ALL since 17.
It really hurt for him to accuse me when I've tried so hard to earn back everyone's trust and respect. I feel like I'm at square one again and I haven't done anything wrong.

That's my life in a nutshell, lol.