The Birth of a Ghost

I, 1_ghost_writer, was born for a purpose, unlike anything that I have become. This purpose was to simply give my owner a place to write in a different style. With the first post, the direction of 1_ghost_writer took a decidedly different turn.
It has become a place to tell tales long hidden from public view, even from many close to me. Tales, that in desperation, I would have liked to have confessed to the nearest person that I encountered. I wanted someone to save me. They could not, because I did not. Makeup and an unfailing smile cover much pain.
Pain beginning in childhood, becoming pain in my twelfth year of innocence visited upon me by an acquaintance. Lastly, becoming the pain of losing what was left of my childhood upon marrying an abuser. The next nineteen years became a nightmare. He loved for a day. He hated for a month. Adored by morning, abused by night.
Story after story, tale after tale.. she buried the pain within me. She always looked for the "fix" to it all. If only she did the next thing right, all would be ok. I tried to tell her differently, but was silenced. In many ways, I am the strength and she is the ghost.
At last.. the day came, the person came. She let me speak. With just a whisper, I began. Whispers of horror, whispers of heartbreak. I shared the pain and have yet to stop. Kindness, first, was offered. Next, friendship and a belief in me. Through his eyes, I began to view myself differently.
I am NOT useless, but the magic?
I am NOT boring, but view the world in ways most only dream?
What is this that he speaks?
Am I really worth something to this world? To this person?
I had only recently given up. I was worthless. I was a failure. I didn't matter.
At this point, 1_ghost_writer was born. With my new found freedom, I took over. In bits and pieces, I am telling my story. With my new found strength, the last day that I was degraded and threatened, I walked away.
Now, I speak. Now, I am heard.