How far back do we want to go here?
I remember this hunky older gentleman asking me why I was soliciting a very sexual man on Tinder. He said that was unnecessary, as all men are very sexual. I wanted to laugh. I wanted to cry. What was I suppose to tell him? I didn’t even know the extent of everything then? I had yet to learn the deeper tragedy of it all.
I’ve kept Brad up to date on everything as it’s all shifted around. Today the first thing he does is send me some pornographic pictures of himself and I realize I’ve wasted a year on my life on someone far too sexual. Someone who isn’t capable of putting me and my needs first. To no one’s surprise but mine I’m sure. I thought this is what I wanted.
The teenager is having a serious meltdown about moving. I can’t blame her. I would to…. in her situation, I’m sure. She has wonderful friends, a very sweet and doting boyfriend, is doing great in school, loves it here. I tried to keep us here; where she really wants to be. But it’s all out of my control now. I just can’t keep fighting this uphill battle any longer.