To find ourselves, we first must loose ourselves.
This isn’t fair. She hurt me, words can’t describe how much and i never gave her a guilt trip. Instead, i took it in my stride and acted also everything was okay. She’s the mother, she is suppose to look after me. How is it fair that i keep getting the guilt trip about hurting her? When everything is so fucked up in my life, because her. She did this to herself, so why should i have to take the blame?
Whoever said love is patient, Lied.
I know i’m naive in thinking you want more than just sex, but i’ll still continue to tell myself that.