To My Mother
I was dumbstruck when she advised me the best way to cope with being raped, was to never talk about it again.
I was dumbstruck when she advised me the best way to cope with being raped, was to never talk about it again.
I came out to my family over 6 years ago and the most painful reaction came from my father who said, "I thought you were smarter than that."
Unlikely activities where I've hurt myself: sitting down at a desk, getting up from a desk, getting in a car, playing guitar, using a broom.
I hugged your mom and your girlfriend at your funeral, but when your family bashed me in your eulogy I instantly wished I hadn't.
Note to self: asking "Why am I wet and why does my ass hurt?" after being hypnotized in Vegas usually means a lot of fun was had at your expense.
Until I heard the words "Yes, her name is Lane," I didn't know his infidelity would hurt me so much.
Part of me wants help, but that part is so small the only thing I'm willing to do is be anonymously cryptic on a website none of my family visits.
Every time I spend a dollar of the 15 grand indemnification I got after the accident, my knee actually hurts.
One of the worst feelings comes along with seeing your dog dying in the middle of the road after you accidently ran over her.
I only flirted with him so much because I knew that you were in the corner, watching me over her shoulder.
When I was 5 and knew it all, I stubbornly ignored my dad's guidance, but then the stick in my eye incident shut me up for a while.
Maybe I was wrong, but your "I love you" felt more heartfelt when you thought I was addicted.
She tore out my heart, yet still on Christmas morning I received a cheerful message from her as if nothing had happened.