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We’re the ones that go out, fuck a bunch and fuck a bunch
more, separate, date around, realize that our separation was stupid, decide
it’s best to live together, then get married after a drunken brunch at city
hall. I like that about us, even though that isn’t what has actually happened.
What happened was this: An amazing man fell in love with an
absolute mess. Said man had no way of knowing. Said man was actually just a
large boy. I was a tiny woman who had not learned how to say what I wanted for
fear of judgment. Fear of judgment ended up corrupting the relationship said
man hoped to have. Fear in general, clung to my chest and almost gave me a
stroke before I was 25.
I had always wanted to be different. This was a ‘’goal’’ I had
set for myself at an age that did not come with understanding past memorizing
bible verses and singing in the school choir. So I tried and tried and tried to
do things differently, which translated to a chubby teenage girl living and
breathing just one step ahead of clichés that would be later represented by corporations
like Hot Topic and Urban Outfitters.
If you can relate, you understand.
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Classy Biped (the weird)
RIGHT.
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