When My Boyfriend Lost His Leg, Something Broke Inside Me Too
I’m a different person now. I look back on what happened and I’m no longer sad or guilty.
I’m a different person now. I look back on what happened and I’m no longer sad or guilty.
9. “Why do you pepper spray me so often?”
Idk, why do you keep telling me to smile?
He encourages me to continue to broaden my horizons and if I have something I want to do he will support me 100%.
I remember watching my father cry for the first and only time in my life. I remember my godfather coming to the breakfast table the morning after; gaunt face and hollow eyes. I didn’t cry at that funeral either.
Instead of just ignoring her while you’re in her general vicinity, try disappearing entirely.
8. I will give you space when you need it.
I’ve been noticing my legs and arms look sleeker, my skin and hair healthier, my cheekbones more pronounced, and a sparkle has also emerged in my once-dull eyes. Every morning I wake up and I feel a little better about myself.
It didn’t matter to me that you lost your leg. How could you think that something like that would matter to me?