Spoiler alert: maybe not the best idea I’ve ever had.
Talking to my ex, I kept trying to remind myself that he was the same person he had always been.
I’ve learned that someone else’s opinion of my body doesn’t matter.
I also hand-delivered them at Starbucks.
He grabbed my breast full in his open hand and squeezed so hard he left me throbbing in pain.
It was the most terrifying night of my life.
“No one will ever know you like I do.”
I’m not gonna be my own enemy anymore.