Roommaid

by Sariah Wilson

She changed my life in so many ways, mainly by showing me that the things I wanted did matter and that I was strong enough to make my own choices.

How it was so important to me to be independent and able to strike out on my own without my family paying my way and here I was letting my friends pick up the slack.

I hated that they all made me feel this way. Like I was a mouse trying to roar. That I was too small and inconsequential for anyone to take seriously. It had been that way my whole life.

Some part of me wanted so badly to believe that he had loved me the way that I had loved him. It

“This is your circus,” he said. “I’m just here to watch the show.” That made my heart flutter. I really appreciated what he’d said. My parents would never have let me make my own choice here.

A girl could get used to a guy who made her feel like she could take over the world.

Tell the men in your life what is going on so that everybody can make their own decisions and move on to something better.”

When I looked at Brad, there was nothing left. No lingering feelings, no teenage part of me that still held out hope. It was really over. I realized that I didn’t respect Brad. I couldn’t respect a man who treated life as if he were still in college, content to let his parents pay for everything so that he could prolong his adolescence. Who wasn’t passionate about anything besides himself.