Then I find Mr. Perfect.
And your so happy for me.
Because he adores me.
He's smart and he's a doctor.
All through the winter he goes snow boarding twice a week after work.
Then on the weekends.
Just like you.
But one day he stops being Mr. Perfect.
I have no clue why.
Wait.
Am I overreacting.
One thing I do know is that I'm not the victim type.
I've stayed strong and independent.
One night it's different.
He reaches his limits.
With work,
In-laws, and the wedding.
So he calls me a whore.
Just like you called a girl in 8th grade.
Then another day.
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Dear Dad
RandomDear Daddy, Thanks for being there for me. But not stopping the young boys. From saying things. Because in the end I'm a victim. My private life is now known by half the town. Just because of that one boy. Who was never told, "Stop! That's not fun...
