I’d honestly rather try and pretend like it never happened. I don’t want to be friends with him, I can’t imagine not being how we were together. I don’t want to feel sad/awkward around him. The silence would kill me. I’d rather just forget him. Forget it ever happened.
Preach, this shit is so whack.
I’m so angry right now. I can’t post a photo of myself in my bralette, which looks like it could be a tank top honestly without being told my husband might not like this? Is it 1930 again, I didn’t realize I was property.