Thank you grams. Thank you for paving the way for me. I vote because of you. I made choices about my body because of you. I served on a jury because of you. I am a boss. I can say no to my husband. There are so many things I can do as a woman, because of your contributions to the fight for equality.
“I had been broken up with my boyfriend for about 2 weeks when I started to feel some breast soreness. I was familiar with the signs of early pregnancy because of my line of work. I help women, who have been struggling their entire reproductive lives to have a baby.”
As hours passed through the night I began to become more and more detached from the world around me.
You could have been the light in my life and I stopped you from getting in. I am so sorry for making you pay for what I did.
I reached over and unclasp the top of her pants hoping I wasn’t moving too quickly. I stop after and look at her for a reaction when she says, “You’ll have to unzip them if you want to see more.”
You know what I have learned during our time apart? That when people are out there living that careless single lifestyles, they are actually looking for someone like you.
A man who likes himself isn’t going to guilt you for posting a photo where you look sexy. He’s not going to demand you change your outfit before going out to a bar.
I hate you for being able to watch me fall apart and keep walking.
Write your own, don’t rush it. Keep on proofreading before you publish it.
I know I deserve better, but you hurt me so good. Somewhere inside me I think I deserve the cruelty and the abuse. You’ve convinced me that I don’t deserve more, and all I am good for is my exterior.