“I mean she’s really pretty and all man, but divorced with two kids? You could totally do better than that. You don’t need all that baggage in your life.”
Just what I’ve always wanted; a guy that likes me not in spite of what I’ve been through, but because of what I’ve made it through.
I laid there for what felt like an eternity, trying to figure out what to say, trying to figure out anything to say at all.
Long gone is the physical evidence of abuse, but the the emotional toll it has taken on me, I wonder if those wounds will truly ever heal.
I don’t know if he eventually accepted the thought that I was sleeping or what, but ever so gently he whispered into my ear “You are so beautiful and I’m not just talking about your appearance. You’re safe now and whatever happened doesn’t matter, I’ll never hurt you.”
Above all, I don't know if I want to start with him.