I am a writer and this is my story. It is about how I fell in love with one of my haters, who hates me the most, and this is my journey to loving him the most.

The story begins with me writing my first online comic story. I write some love stories, which is how I gained fame. No one ever saw me as a writer. My name is Kim Soo and my writer name is Miss Kim.

I always wanted to be a writer, but instead of writing a story or book, I started writing comic love stories. At night, I write, and during the day, I work as a copy shop owner.

You may be wondering why I write comics instead of books. It's just that I never had the chance to write a book, so I did the best I could to keep writing.

My new comic, where it all started, featured my personal assistant. It may have been a bit scandalous, but it wasn't that bad. I never understood why people hated it, and most of all, I don't understand why people don't see that these comics help some people escape harsh realities and to live on a fantasy world that they can't experience in real life.

As I was writing, the rain outside the office could be seen.

"Finding peace in the rhythm of the rain. It's the same way I..."

All of a sudden, I received a comment on my previous episode. The comment was about how slutty the writer is, putting all her thoughts into comics.

While reading the comment, I felt relatable for a minute, but as a human, I also felt offended. However, I don't mind that comment too much.

But the next comment suggested that I should come out and have an adulterous marriage, and show my face so that the reader can see me in their adulterous thoughts. This comment hurt me a bit.

Why should I show my face to them? What will they do to see me? Will they stand in front of me or something else? Maybe I write some romentic adventure , but it doesn't mean I'm writing about their life.

I have my ups and downs, guys. I do have a job to do and an episode to write. I have to process each episode a day so that I can at least keep entertaining my readers. There are also days when I’m not able to write and have to think about what I’m doing, but writing is something that keeps me going. It’s hurtful to see such comments. I mean, if they didn’t like it, they should write against that episode, but writing about me is not right. It’s the same way actors get trolled, with people starting to comment on actors' personal lives rather than writing about their movies. Criticism is okay, but is putting personal comments on somebody's life whom you don’t even know okay?

But that's how I saw his comment, which was "I want that slut writer in my life."

I hate this word, as this is what my mother heard from Tim, my father, her whole life. Rather than respecting my mother, who wholeheartedly loved him, he assaulted her, in whichever best way possible. I never understood why she was treated so badly, as she did nothing wrong. That's how my father's family treated her - with verbal and physical abuse. She was taught to be silent, so she was never able to raise her voice. And now that word has entered my life again, but this time it's directed at me. I can't say he objectified me, as even an object could have felt bad. He just stepped on my painful nerve. It makes me feel how difficult it is for a woman to be respected and loved. A man who never even saw me called me a slut.

I did feel bad for a moment, but the next minute, I felt it was important to report it as verbal abuse is a crime too. You can’t pen down a comment on a person who did nothing wrong with you. If you feel the writer's work is so bad, you shouldn't read it. Did I, as a writer, force people to read it? There are many nights I didn't sleep to fulfill my commitment, but such comments only ruin my mental peace. Right now, I'm not in a stage to let such people live in peace.

I did the best I could to put a full stop and report the comments. I will sue them and teach them a lesson, but I think that's where things went wrong. Sometimes we should let the passerby pass rather than stopping them and teaching them a lesson.

The next morning, I received a call from the cyber cell. They found a fake ID handler who was writing vulgar comments on my comics. The reason was not identified; it seems they are just faceless people trying to bully me again. In this world, bullying a person is very easy because our lives are as unstable as our jobs. We tend to panic over small things because we are born to be emotional fools and taught to be mentally strong.

I was feeling so terrible for a moment, but I refuse to let it slide. I will not let some hater mess with my mental peace. I did the best I could and started working on my comic. But then, from the name "kick you," I received another comment calling me a slut and a bitch. I was labeled a slutty bitch looking for someone to screw me. I don't understand why men always want to degrade women and treat us like objects for their pleasure. This toxic mindset is ingrained in men from a young age. Not all men are like this, but we can't let these haters continue to spread their poison. Peace.

I am so furious that I can't stop myself from reporting and suing that hater. I really want to let it go, but the more I stay quiet, the more they continue to write.

The thought of threaten to sue someone who hurts us, it will never allow us to feel the same as before. We are still children battling with our trauma at the end of the day. Some people may have a bad past, but they can overcome that trauma by seeking help. Unfortunately, for some of us, seeking help is not even an option. That's the harsh reality of life.

I never want to hate my readers, I am grateful for their support. However, I am furious at how society leaps at the chance to make us endure all of this.

Being silent will get us nowhere! Fighting for our rights is just as important as paying taxes. That's how I realize I have to pay the electricity bill.

Days have gone by and suddenly my phone rings. I got a call from the police wants my demands is it an apology, money, or wanting to put someone behind bars.

But what I really want to know is what I did wrong. How can someone be so harsh and go to such lengths to abuse a person they don't even know?

The police have identified the hater, and now I demand an apology. I cannot identify this person because I have no idea who they are. The least I can do is try to understand why they hate me.

I planned to visit to question the hater, not to have them arrested. I covered my face with a mask so they wouldn't recognize me. Their apology is important, but when I arrived at 10 am by bus and saw a 19-year-old girl standing there with her brother, I was shocked. She was the one who wrote those hateful comments about me, and her first question to me was "What do you want?" I was speechless. How are today's youth being raised?

I apologize to my readers for moral policing boys, only to be slut-shamed by a 19-year-old girl. Her brother apologized to me, and to my surprise, he was once my boss who I despised. This situation is unacceptable and I am furious.

Runju, I had some issues with him which led me to quit, but that's a long story I can share with you later. Right now, I am not comfortable with the current situation as he is trying to recognize me even though he can't see my face. You may be wondering if I could simply wear glasses, but I never anticipated this situation and who wears glasses in police stations anyway. I felt like running away from the situation, but managed to calm myself down. I recently found out that her sister left a comment on a post because her boyfriend is a fan of my comics and she wants to lower my rating to prevent me from publishing. It's frustrating that she showed no remorse. I don't understand why I should be blamed if her boyfriend is not interested in spending time with her. It's a common issue for women to expect more love and care from their partners.