I love him. I should be angry, but I am not. I should be mad at what he did to me. But I can't. He actually saved me. He saved me for something far worse than what he did to me. I actually hated him at first but some how he made me love him. He didn't force me. He hardly even talks to me. Unless you count when he raped me. I should be mad that I with his baby but I not. I love him but try telling him that.