Tag: Dirtymessylove
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Loved?
I didn’t feel loved as much as I felt…needed. As in medicinally. As if my presence was required to not go off the deep end. The deep end of thoughts, and anxiety, and destructive behavior. I couldn’t leave. I could barely go to the store alone. Much less have a conversation about divorce… Any time…
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Prom
I asked my school if this older guy could escort me to the Senior Prom and they denied my request. So I didn’t go. The only way I would even entertain the idea was if he could take me. Ethan argued I should still go since I only get one and all that jazz. But…
Dirty Messy Love 