"Let me get this straight. So you met this guy while you two were both in a mental hospital for suicide attempts, you were told not to keep in contact with anyone there, you've only known him a few weeks, he brags about turning lesbians straight, and now you want to go out some night and smoke weed, which you've never done before, alone with him and his friends that you've never met?"
I hit "send" and waited. It only took a few seconds before I got the response I was expecting: "Yes."
"You are not doing that," I quickly texted my partner back.
"What if I try smoking at home with you first? Then you'll see how safe weed is."
"Look, I love you, but no. I don't feel comfortable doing that and also my parents would kill me if they knew I was anywhere near weed. They're already mad at you."
"Fine, I'll just do it behind your back then," they replied.
YOU ARE READING
Look What You Made Me Do
Non-Fiction"Don't tell anybody about this." "If you just ignore it, it'll stop." "There's nothing I can do to help you." And so I did everything I was told. I shut up. I put on a brave face. I followed all the rules. But that was the past and it's not who I am...
