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I’m pretty not for a big girl shirt

I’d have dreams where I was older and had kids. They would be blurry when I saw them in my dreams. I never called them by names, I never said he/she or him/her. Nothing that identified them beyond that they were mine and there were 3. My self-confidence and self-image were destroyed, of course. That has taken time to heal. I like myself now, but honestly, I need to remain out of contact with my ex and not see him because just seeing him makes me feel worthless again. It’s like an automatic trigger.But I do look again, and darned if it isn’t Michael! Michael, who I had never seen without a beard before this photo. Michael who I’d had a five-year relationship with, but dumped five years prior (for some very good reasons, but none of which were that he was a scary, break into your house kind of guy).



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