September 14—Today, I began taking Prozac. Fuck birth control. I need the happy pills because I am miserable. Yesterday under a blue, cloudless sky, there was no sex, no kissing, no touching and no willingness to talk about sex, kissing or touching. 458 more words
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It’s been roughly a month since I spoke to my dad.
Once again he stood in front of me and lied to my face. And what’s worrying is that if my mother hadn’t been there as a witness, it would’ve been blamed on my paranoia or I would’ve been told I’ve gotten confused as usual. 276 more words
I know in last week’s post that I’d promise a craft lesson, but I think there’s something more important that I’d like to talk about today. 524 more words
I shared in The Most Liberating Verse of My Year and It Could Be Your’s Too how the verse “if possible, as far as it depends on you, live peaceably with all”(Romans 12:8) became a liberating Bible verse releasing the chains of bad relationships. 456 more words