Never Have I Ever: Submitted to My Enemy

by Willow Dixon

Thump thump thump thump. I glanced at the ceiling as my best friend and his boyfriend went to town on each other, their bed hitting the wall in a frantic pattern.

The object of my desire became my entire world, and I learned everything I could about it, or, in the case of people, I tended to smother them with attention and freak them out.

Hello adhd

I’d always been hypersensitive to rejection, whether real or perceived.

RSD sucks

I was a pretty good cook, and the desire to feed him, to take care of him hit hard. I was royally and utterly fucked. Did I care? Not even a little bit.

“You’re cute when you’re jealous. Like an angry puppy.” “Angry puppy?” “Yeah. Like you’re trying to look all mean and growly, but it just comes across as adorable.”

“Wow. I can’t even begin to unpack how much was wrong in that little speech.”

“They just said I needed to learn to apply myself. That I had potential. I just needed to learn to focus or concentrate.”

Typical 😒