Sunday was Mother’s Day and I fought back tears as I attempted to end my current situationship. He treats me well, doesn’t yell at me or hit me; because I don’t allow that shit; but there seems to be… Continue Reading →
…so I again positioned myself, head on shoulder. Face toward neck, as if I was waiting for him to read me a bedtime story.
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