Growing Up As The Ugly Girl Maybe Had Affected Me Way Down Too Much

it feels like I lost something special

“u got snap?” i have an adress where u can send me flowers and love letters u mf act like a real grown man.

What gets to me is thinking that I truly imagined marrying him, having two kids, living in a house with a big yard, a pool, a beautiful garden! Cooking Sunday lunch for our family while watching him teach our son to play soccer the way he used to. My dream was to take his last name, to be his, to wear beautiful dresses, laugh with him, kiss him, and be happier than ever just because of our little family.

And in the end, he only traumatized me, made me become hypersexual, hypersexualized myself, because I never knew what it was like to be loved, only desired.

I hate who I’ve become, and I hate him.

The story of Adele H. (1975) ✧.*

me and that momma's rich boy who is obsessed with videogames and sex (send help)