I see the world in color.
I see reds and blues and yellows-- greens and pinks and purples.
Yet I feel indifferent.
I see people happy all around me. They seem happy, like they enjoy their lives to the fullest.
I feel I can't.
"Girl." They say.
"Bitch." They hiss.
"Fag." They taunt.
"She." They mutter.
"Dyke." They snarl.
I'm tired of it all.
I'm tired of the periods, I'm tired of having to explain that I'm a boy, I'm tired of having breasts, I'm tired of having hips, I'm tired of having curvy legs and large thighs, I'm tired of being told I'm something I'm just not.
I'm exhausted.
𝘙𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 Book 3
Unforgivable Series #2
Where should your husband be when you're having a difficult, risky pregnancy?
Right by your side!
Where was he though? With his childhood best friend and business partner, partying, kissing and making out or worse.
All marriages have ups and downs, but once you take a one-way route of cheating, there is No Going Back.