Dear John:
You are allowed to have as much time as you need to sort your shit out. You are NOT fucking allowed to lead me on, make emotional love to me and build up my expectations, only to let me down in the moment so you can be the “good guy.” XO ~T On Christmas Day:
So here's to 2018 and learning to be the parent, sibling, and lover I've never had, to defeating shame, and to striving for wholeness of self (or whatever the fuck that is). |