Tired of men not being honest with me. One-hundred percent face value, right now. That’s what I’m looking at. Because neither of you can be bothered to just explain and tell me. John, you need to end this with me. You can’t just not say anything and pretend it didn’t happen. I can’t pretend it didn’t happen. Closure. Give me something. Chris, you can just say they won’t let you talk to me. “They won’t let us talk. I’m sorry.” You could AT LEAST tell me shit about work, come on. That has nothing related to anything.
I can’t just say Done. I need SOME kind of closure. To know I can be okay. To know nothing will ever happen again.(1 year ago)