What gets to me is thinking that I truly imagined marrying him, having two kids, living in a house with a big yard, a pool, a beautiful garden! Cooking Sunday lunch for our family while watching him teach our son to play soccer the way he used to. My dream was to take his last name, to be his, to wear beautiful dresses, laugh with him, kiss him, and be happier than ever just because of our little family.
And in the end, he only traumatized me, made me become hypersexual, hypersexualized myself, because I never knew what it was like to be loved, only desired.
I hate who I’ve become, and I hate him.
to have a babygirl called Maria and a babyboy called José ✨
she guessed my favorite color first try..
but between me and u……. i didnt even have a favorite color until she yelled out yellow!! she was hella excited n smiling like a little kid. so i told her she was right and i havent seen yellow the same since, its in everything. i could probably live in it now.
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dating only rich playboys my whole life probably had caused me permanent brain damage
One day Im gonna have that light pink stanley