That’s when I decided to get out and save whatever was left of me. I was left sitting with your tee shirt on, in front of your mirror, on your floor, “being inside your body,” knowing nothing left is mine. I feared you because of your unpredictability, the times you punched me in the face or would put a chain around my neck to choke me for fun. I remember thinking maybe that’s what you wanted, so I gave you a dance, and you told me I was too fat to be a stripper.

This made me and the women performing feel uncomfortable. There you would buy dances and watch me in pain as you whispered how much better they looked in my ear and how nice they felt. Then we would get to a place I despise the most-the strip club. I felt your burn when you would slap me and tell me it’s because little girls need discipline. You would demean me in the car and tell me how “stupid” I was for not finding directions fast enough. You forced me not to wear a bra because I belong to you, and these are your boobs, not mine, as you would say, and “they are little girl boobs anyway.” When you were satisfied with making me look like hell, we would leave the house to go somewhere you liked. You pulled me into the bathroom to turn the shower on me fully dressed, ruining my makeup and hair and wardrobe because it wasn’t to your liking. You look better without it.” It was a soft reminder at first, and then it turned into a demand. You picked me apart until there was nothing left. You would tell me that’s what a real woman looks like.

The only times I saw you happy was when you were physically torturing me or looking at other women while you were with me. Trade Paperback 208 pages Winner of the 2016 Goodreads Choice Award, the princess saves herself in this one is a collection of poetry about resilience. Princess Eugenie has hailed the Coronation Concert on Sunday evening as a beautiful way to honour the Kings life of service in a touching Instagram post. I preferred the times that you slept all day because of your depression and ignored me versus the time you were fully present and took pleasure in my pain. Sometimes I prefer the ice over the burn.

Your touches burn, and sometimes they feel like ice. You are no Prince Charming, and this is no Fairytale.

The princess save herself in this one