KwanYingirl
Diamond Member
i was very surprised to be invited to the prom by Bob. I was very closed off my whole youth. We both belonged to our church's youth group. I agreed to go to the prom at which point he asked me out on dates. It was my first experience with a boyfriend and I was terrified to be alone with him. He liked to go parking and I would participate but then go home and throw up. He was and still is an artist. Very calm and kind and as usual I pushed him away.
He friended me on Facebook and I sent him a private message to apologize for how avoidant I was towards him. I was glad to have the opportunity to apologize. I told him I was a survivor of molestation-just couldn't write the word rape.
Anyway, it was a good feeling to explain my behavior. Our colleges were next to each other. He was in Art school and according to his profile he is a glassblower. I used to visit him in the pottery studio.
I drove away wonderful men. Talented, kind people and ended up marrying an asshole who treated me like shit. PTSD sucks.
He friended me on Facebook and I sent him a private message to apologize for how avoidant I was towards him. I was glad to have the opportunity to apologize. I told him I was a survivor of molestation-just couldn't write the word rape.
Anyway, it was a good feeling to explain my behavior. Our colleges were next to each other. He was in Art school and according to his profile he is a glassblower. I used to visit him in the pottery studio.
I drove away wonderful men. Talented, kind people and ended up marrying an asshole who treated me like shit. PTSD sucks.