He Wouldnt Let Me Keep Pierogi In The House Because He Disliked Them So Much. I Was Not Even Allowed

He wouldn’t let me keep pierogi in the house because he disliked them so much. I was not even allowed to eat them when he wasn’t home.

Guess what I’ve got a bit ol’ plate of right now?

Poison from the Vein

I have been anticipating this milestone since September.

One year, from today, was the last time I ever spoke to him.

I wonder if he still uses me to get laid. Actually, I really couldn't care less.

Hunting

My new found self worth tells me I should be making more money.

This could end up being a problem.

My parents are spending their Friday night going through old unlabelled spices and dried herbs in their cupboards and trying to guess what they are based on the smell. They're so pumped when they're certain they've identified one; they may just be having the time of their lives.

This is clearly #relationshipgoals. So I wonder how I grew up seeing my folks who genuinely love and like one another and still ended up in a relationship that nearly killed me.

What went wrong in this brain of mine?

I still think about him basically every time I get a quiet moment: in a fitting room, at a red light, in my office, in the shower.

Recovery is a bitch.

Fresh perspectives