How your whole life goes; that’s up to you.
Do not feel obligated to do a whole big coming out. As long as the people closest to you know who you are you that is all that matters.
Don’t worry, I’m that partner too.
Momma always told me that monsters weren’t under my bed, that they didn’t come out at night. I was safe. But when I was five years old, I learned that the monster snored in the room next door.
I would forgive myself.
You thought I let you break me down and abuse me? That I had no will to stand while you shattered me with your manipulation? You see, you were wrong. You were always wrong.
Queer fiction also always teaches us some lesson about accepting yourself or being brave and owning who you are.
You have lungs. Two of them…and a voice. Let your lungs fill up with all the oxygen you can so that you can let that voice be heard.
You’ve still got a hold on my heart.
I know that I am worthy of more than this… no matter how much I may miss you; my mental and emotional stability does not deserve this.