Yes, that was one of the problems in our relationship, but we brought many things into our little world, making it difficult to maintain.
Regardless of what I want, you are happy, and I’m trying to be happy for you because you really do deserve it.
I am a victim of sexual assault, but I feel it in two ways—from my own traumas, and the disgust of what my sibling was capable of.
I held resentment for my parents for the longest time—that was until I realized I was only hurting myself.
I confused abuse for love when I looked for the damaged parts inside him and tried to love them.
In today’s world, I like to believe that we are all very conscious about the reality of slut-shaming, victim blaming, and rape culture.
There’s an African proverb that says that “until the lion learns how to write, every story will glorify the hunter.” Well, guess what? The lion finally learned how to write.
We look alike, her eyes like mine, and I fear I’m just like her, because then that means I’d become what I’ve spent my whole life trying to escape.
I miss you. I never wanted to say goodbye, I never wanted to see you walk away.
You did not want this to happen. You didn’t ask for it. You only said no.