Speechless
It is very, very rare I am speechless.
I always have something to say. About everything. And when someone confides in me, I always try to empathise as well as sympathise, try to relate my own experience to theirs, to try and understand how they feel.
But today I was blown away. Completely and utterly.
And unfortunately I can’t write about it, because I know she is searching blogs in particular to try and get her head around it, and I don’t want her finding this.
But I am also shocked that, at this age, I am still shocked at just how sleazy, and what bastards men can actually be.
X, you deserve so much better. You kick him in to touch, I am behind you 110%, and will be here for you.