When it wasn't love

A desperate escape from what should have been home. Aged just eighteen, I thought of myself as an adult, grown up. I had to run, put an end to all the years of abuse and neglect I''d suffered at the hands of others.But I was wrong.  It didn''t matter how far I ran, what distance I put between myself and the people who''d hurt me.  I had naively thought all the emotional baggage would be left behin...