I lived with Ben and Georgia for a while.
My mother couldn’t look me in the eye.
She was scared off me.
Probably thought that I would go after her next.
Because she never spoke up.
But I didn’t blame her for anything.
I understood that she didn’t want to be the one that he wanted.
My relationship with Ben didn’t last.
I lost him.
Or rather I had to lose him.
I didn’t think that he deserved a messed-up girlfriend like myself.
Maybe I blamed him a little?
It was hard, living with them and trying to push him away.
He was nice. Didn’t want to push me to do anything that I didn’t want to.
One time he asked me if it was true that my father laid his hands on me once?
Once…
If only it was one time.
Not every day, sometimes it was multiple times.
I didn’t tell him that.
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