I sat in the waiting room with the kind of faceless authority figure who sits with your child when you are her only person, in my pajamas: Why was it suddenly so hot? My mother cautioned me against men generally and talked ill about all of them. Leave a Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here The fact that I felt I had to actually pretend to enjoy the constant company of my own rapist— something that I hope no one ever has to experience.
Who am I supposed to be?
Wow those comments are so heartbreaking. Also the way you write I really really envy. Learn how your comment data is processed. She stopped, watching him, more out of curiosity than anything else. I am replaying this in my head. And sadly, this particular story is also true.