Don’t judge me that I hate my daughter, she reminds me of my mother who collected money from her mate to defile me.
Don’t judge me that I’m not sound academically, every sound keeps me awake at night with the fear that it’s not another fight between my parents.
Don’t judge me that I sleep in school, my brother never allows me to sleep at night because he is homosexual.
Don’t judge me that I had sex with him, he was going to sack my husband from work if I do not.
Don’t judge me that I patronize prostitutes, my wife also demands for money before or after sex and she holds back if I don’t give her.
Don’t judge me that I’m homosexual, I don’t even know how to be a man.
Don’t judge me that I divorced him, you see him as a sparkling white angel but I always see a seven-horned devil.
Don’t judge me that I’m always out of the house, my home is hell.
Don’t judge me that I don’t regard my in-laws, my spouse has not left them to cleave to me.
Don’t judge me that I don’t want to marry, I don’t want to be the kind of wife to any man that my mother was to my father.
Don’t judge me that I kept it secret, my love ones did not believe me when I told them.
Don’t judge me that I talk too much, I’m scared of the pictures that silence brings back to my mind.
Don’t judge me that I have this bad habit, I really want to stop it, and Ive tried, but it overpowers me.
Don’t judge me that I attempted suicide, nothing seems to make sense anymore, its the end and I’d rather end it myself now than wake for someday.
Don’t judge me that I’m too quiet, nobody listens to me.
Don’t judge me that I’m promiscuous, isn’t sex what we are made for?!
Don’t judge me that I’m a lesbian, men irritate me because of my experience with my father.
Don’t judge me that I don’t love or trust, I don’t even know what they mean because I never experienced them.
Don’t judge me that I’m gullible, I’ve always been called “stupid”.
Don’t judge me that I don’t like my brother, he stole my mother’s love from me.
Don’t judge me that left her, you’ve only heard too little of the whole story and she is playing the victim.
Don’t judge me, you don’t know my story.
This book explains the roots of human psychology, and reveals how human can be managed, even dysfunctional ones.
