Do you ever have memories pop in to your head from nowhere? Although it may have come from a song I'm listening to from my fave band that I know he wrote about his wifes abuse? That's where I'm at now. I'm driving to my parents house and I have the memory of my brother holding my arms down and I'm sat here calling myself a slut at the same time as telling myself "but i didn't want to do it". I've had to pull the car over to compose myself a little because once the tears start, it's hard to stop.