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For all the women who’ve figured out that good enough isn’t actually enough. And for those of you who are still looking for more. It’s out there. You’ll find it.
And all I want to do is demand to know who hurt her so I can fix it.
But now I’ve shed the costume and I feel like I can breathe again.
I’m the good one. The one who flies under the radar and handles her shit by herself so that no one needs to worry.
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I tried so hard, for so long, to fly under the radar with my family that I now recognize all the ways I missed out on a deeper connection with them.
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Slowly, his hand comes up to grip my ponytail—just like he did the other night. But tonight, with one slow tug, he guides my head back so I’m forced to look at him. “Next time you ask me that, make sure you are.”
“That journal entry is fascinating, but all wrong. I was at home when you called that night. And I broke every speed limit to get to you.”
Somewhere along the way, I’ve come to realize I wasted a lot of years chasing a life I thought I was supposed to have. Spent a lot of time checking off milestones I thought I was supposed to reach. Achieving goals I thought were supposed to make me feel like I’d finally accomplished something.
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“No one should ever have made you feel like it’s your job to rise above this. You’re allowed to process however you need to, Rosie. But me? I’m going to ruin them.”
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I spend the drive stressing out about all the things in my life I can’t control.
me
I know her boyfriend is inside, and it just makes me want her more.
Basically, my headspace is trash, and my body is a traitor.
“Rosie, I’m a grown-ass man. Your period doesn’t scare me.”
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“Yeah, I know. I’ve met you before.”
LMAOOO this was funny
“That’s the problem, Rosie. You’ve spent too much time around men who talk a big game but don’t possess the will to follow through.”
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There is no price too high to watch this asshole pay for every moment of misery and self-doubt he caused you.”
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I spent a lot of time wondering why the boys in my life never felt an inclination to stand up for me, and now I’m face-to-face with a man who’s made it his mission to do it.
“That was my story to share. When I was good and ready. Or my secret to keep for however long I wanted. And I entrusted it to you.”
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“The next time you consider laying your greasy hands on someone without consent, remember my face. Because I can afford to keep fucking with you for the rest of my life. And I’m just petty enough to do it.”
He breathes my name like it’s the air itself. Necessary. Integral to his survival.
“I’d sign up for this over and over again.”
