Vulnerable
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  • Reads 825
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  • Parts 88
  • Time 2h 48m
Ongoing, First published Aug 18, 2017
Mature
This is the purest of evidence of a regular girl experiencing what life constantly throws at her.

Here, you will read my personal diary entries from when I was a young nine year old girl to current day.
I've been through a lot. The good, the bad, the ugly and the unthinkable.
And I'm allowing you to come inside my head, see what I saw, and experience this all with me.


*TRIGGER WARNING*:
THIS NOVEL DOES INCLUDE TOPICS OF: SUICIDE, SELF-HARM, EATING DISORDERS, TRAUMA, SCARS, PTSD, AND ANXIETY/DEPRESSION. IT DOES HAVE STRONG LANGUAGE.
READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED.
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NAVEL GAZING: excessive absorption in self-analysis or focus on a single issue

33 parts Complete Mature

-A Lie I decided to focus on family, choosing to believe and have faith that everything else would fall into place. I wasn't comfortable-or good-at lying to her. So, when Samantha surprised me one day by swallowing her pride and asking directly if anything had happened during our break, I hesitated. The silence, I believed, said it all. I was on the verge of confessing when she gave me an out: "If you tell me nothing happened, I'll believe you," she said. I should have told her the truth then-or resolved never to reveal it. Instead, years later, as I left for the final time, I selfishly brought it up. By confessing, I hoped to push her away. But in that moment, I let her believe what she clearly wanted to hold on to-that I had been faithful. She knew Pippa and probably sensed there was something between us, but she let it go-and so did I. It was cowardice, I know. Still, I made up my mind to make our dream a reality. And for a while, it worked. But fast-forward through the births of our three additional sons, and more than a dozen years, the same problems that once threatened us had only grown and would soon spiral out of control.