I Need A Breather

I need a breather

I was composing a post regarding him sending me snippits of an article ( generous term, since I seem to recall it being a reddit gem) entitled ”How to Know You’re Dating a Slut.”  It’s as charming as it sounds from what I remember but details will have to wait for another post. 

You see, I made a horrible, horrible mistake: I tried to search for the article.  Like, by typing the title above into Google.  

You should try it.  Actually don’t; it’s horrible. The results you get are just.... ludicrous.  I’m barely keeping myself from drowning in my own guilt and self loathing, and it was too much.

So that project above is on indefinite hiatus.  The internet is an awful place.  Who knew.

The ultimate.

He didn't think the way I masturbated was the right way to do it. He expected me to change my methods.

I cannot help but feel I have betrayed feminism, and all the strong women in my life. A better woman would have left.  I am a disgrace.

b)

“I haven’t received any messages from you since December 20.”

“You told me you blocked me, so I didn’t send you any.”

“Is he from out of town?”

The “new one” reblogged this post from one of her friends.  I hope this means she caught on quicker than me.  Of course, it could be a word of warning to him about me; I’m sure he’s told her all sorts of things.

I know, I know, I shouldn’t be looking anymore.

i don't know you but i'm so sorry someone treated you like this. it's not your fault and you didn't deserve it.

It is very kind of you to reach out - I really really appreciate it. As much as this whole thing is for me to cope and process, it has been helpful (despite being horribly embarrassing) to let others see it. It makes it real in a way, and it anchors me on the side of healing.

Thank you for saying so. It calms my 'crazy' a bit to be validated. Rationally I know these things and generally I believe it. But there are times where my brain betrays me and goes rogue.

I hope that your day is going well. Thanks for the kindness.