i don’t know why
it hurts so much more than
it’s just that i don’t let myself
how good it
the other morning, i was laying in bed with poppy. he started talking about looking for blackberries with his dad…and i started thinking about all the good things about his dad…all the things that made him perfect for me.
all the things that could have been.
if he wasn’t also a narcissistic & emotionally abusive assfuck.
i always do it with my folks too.
who would i be today if i had had supportive parents? parents who loved me & supported me…instead of being, you know, narcissistic & emotionally abusive assfucks.
those fucking “could have beens….”