(Joy)
TELLING someone about the most private things about my life is terrifying, especially since I am not used to doing it. Maybe it’s because I grew up doing and deciding things on my own. I was an only child and when I was in high school my parents both went away to work abroad. I was used to keeping everything to myself. Even if I have friends, I was the type to listen to their troubles rather than the other way around.
That was why it was a struggle for me to share to Dr. Martin the night when James took my virginity. My face was burning the whole time I was talking. My discomfort was combined by the constant pain I feel in my heart every time I think about what happened to my relationship with James.
It was still hard to think that he left me and found someone else.
I have be
