Abuse and trauma survivor - these are my stories in no particular order. Content warnings and triggers everywhere. Adult blog; 18+ only.
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I've Started Writing Something. I Don't Know What It Is Yet Beyond A Story, But I'm Pouring A Lot Of
I've started writing something. I don't know what it is yet beyond a story, but I'm pouring a lot of me into it.
I have a tendency to not finish projects, so it's unlikely that this will turn into anything. But I'll keep you posted.
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Being sick is an excuse: Episode 5.
Once I had a bronchial infection and I was coughing terribly. I couldn't sleep, my head was always pounding, and I wasn't eating much.
He insisted we have sex. I was literally having coughing fits as it happened. When he finished he said "Well that wasn't much fun" and then sent me to sleep on the couch so I wouldn't infect him.
Can you imagine?
I’ve come to the conclusion that he must be painfully torn these days.
While the anti-mask/vax clusterfuck tends to also exude that xenophobic vibe that resonated deep in his poisonous soul, he had been telling me for years about how ‘man-made’ pandemics were coming and they were going to be deadly.
He’s probably showering in Lysol while jerking off to the PPC’s platform. And then struggling with an identity crisis.
Weaponized incompetence. It has a name. Huh.
He stole 13 years from me.
That's more than 1/3 of my life; 36% to be exact. I'd have to be in my 130s for that to drop below 10%.
The math hurts.