Father ~ Daughter

This story is not particularly pretty. Most "real life" stories aren't. They are made for Hollywood. I was inbetween 2nd and 3rd husbands. My boyfriend and I went to a club where we encountered my 2nd husband. He was angry. My boyfriend became angry. I got the black eye. I was inbetween my 2nd husband and my boyfriend. We left the club with my boyfriend driving my car. He dumped me on the highway. I went to a stranger's house and dialed a taxi. I arrived home. I called the police to report my car being stolen. My boyfriend arrived. He beat me. The police arrived. I bit the policeman on his hand while he was grabbing me. I called my dad from jail to ask him to get me out. He came and posted my bail. It went to court. The policeman I bit apologized. Case was thrown out. My point being? That night my dad bailed me out... my memory was of myself crying in a corner of my home asking to whatever...what's wrong with me.. and my mom answering...what's wrong with you? That night, I truly bonded with my dad. He laughed that I had bit an officer.

Where does this post arrive from? We're only human. To live from one's heart is what it is. A friend lives from his heart. I watch him sacrifice. So perhaps that's the core of this post. Living with humans who sacrifice.