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complete ownership of my person simply wasn’t enough to cure me of all the mental and emotional illnesses that haunted me.
I am praying she's getting therapy.
“Boo!” Kamber jumped at me, forcing me backward and onto my door.
Who would do that to someone with agoraphobia?
After a series of ahs and oohs, he began the masterpiece with, “Pray to God you can cope.” This Woman’s Work was and always would be a classic. And, for the moment, it was fitting.
Yes, indeed!
dessert
desert
“Sometimes, I cry knowing that the normalcy that I dream of in my sleep is impossible for me and being the woman that you could love for a lifetime is just too big of a task for me to fulfill. Not contacting you wasn’t all about the baby. It was about me, too. Knowing that I was as messed up as I am and could not be someone you deserved made my heart hurt.”
Girl, you need therapy. Years of it, but that doesn't mean you can't have a good life.
Both Lawe and I can throw down. He’s more of a soul food kind of guy. I’m more of a seafood, lean kind of guy. His shit is immaculate. His dishes can take hours on top of hours.
He and Laike really are just alike.
I’m going to send you the number to my therapist when I get down to the car, okay?”
Thank goodness! FINALLY.
“Because he’s around, but when he leave, I be talking again.”
Shoutout to Friday.
hour
eye
Burned.
Buried
here,”
Her
