Movement?
A serious walk and talk today, after another spat last night that ended with us parting ways quickly. There have been more of those recently.
Today was my most honest moments with him in a long time. About the frustration and the effort and the doubts about whether I’m in it for the right reasons. I hope he’s ok tonight, but I’ve been having chaotic tumbling feelings about freedom and fear of never being attractive to anyone. Or even having the strength to open up my life and clothes to anyone else.
I may not be sure I can love him, but I’m terrified of life without his support.
It makes me so sad for all the time I’ve spent not getting what I need or giving him what he deserves.





