It's funny what happens when you decide to have a little faith. I don't mean faith like they talk about in church, or even faith in the future. But every now and then, it's good to have a little faith in yourself. A little faith in your ability to make the right choice and follow through. I talked to him. Nolen, that is. I've been talking to him forever, of course, but I finally got the guts to tell him about scoliosis. And you know what? He was really good about it.
I guess he could tell I was nervous, so he mostly just listened. When I was done talking, near tears and scared as hell, I apologized for dumping all that on him- and he just smiled and said it was all right. He was clearly shaken up a little, but he tried really hard to make me feel better. "Nobody's perfect," he said. "It's ok to not be perfect." And you know what? He still cares about me. After all that, even when he knows how screwed up my life is right now- he still wants to be a part of it. I was shocked, expecting him to be upset or angry at me for waiting until now to tell him- but he listened. And he still cares. He said it's ok to be a little bent, and that it would get better.
And I believed him.
Take that, Damien. You were wrong.
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Bent, Not Broken: My Scoliosis Story (among other things)
Non-FictionThis is a true story. I wish I could say it were some beautiful romance, or a story of triumph. But it's not. It's mine. It's a roller coaster ride of ups and downs, a dizzying spin of doctors, loves, and hurt. I can't guarantee you a happy ending...
