whipped

I had to document last night. Honestly, it was overdue. Not what I got from it, but an open honest conversation where we would both take accountability for our choices was so necessary. But the outcome really melts my heart. I thought I was sick before the way I want him, the way I try to make him happy, the way we don’t let each other go. Now. I’m not going anywhere unless he tells me to. It’s even worse. But I wanted this, this was everything I wanted. Now I know I know.

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