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This is not a love story.
It is a record of attachment, power, and what happens when attention arrives at the wrong moment.
Honest Limbo is a raw, first-person account of emotional and sexual entanglement born out of exhaustion, neglect, and recognition. It traces how intimacy can form through language alone, how validation can become regulation, and how easily dignity can erode when desire is intermittently rewarded and withdrawn.
The narrator is a woman holding too much: work, motherhood, responsibility, silence. What begins as intellectual connection turns into something consuming, destabilizing, and deeply confusing. The story does not offer easy villains or clean resolutions. It stays with the mess. The aftermath. The limbo between knowing and letting go.
This text is part of my trauma-healing process.
It is written to name what happened without romanticizing it, to reclaim authorship where agency was blurred, and to tell the truth without smoothing it for comfort.
If you are looking for redemption arcs or neat endings, this may not be for you.
If you have ever felt hooked by attention that later disappeared, if you have carried shame alongside longing, or if you are learning how to restore yourself without pretending you were untouched, you may recognize something here.
This is me staying with the truth.
Raw. Unresolved. Honest.