But here’s what happened when I opened up about it on Facebook …
He grabbed my breast full in his open hand and squeezed so hard he left me throbbing in pain.
Is it so crazy to want equal pay AND a bouquet of flowers?
It was the most terrifying night of my life.
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.
“No one will ever know you like I do.”
I’m not gonna be my own enemy anymore.