This is my new favourite shirt. I canât wait for Summer. For now I have to wear it with a daddy sweater to stay warm. This sweater was my exâs. I miss wearing t-shirtâs outside. I miss having a daddy.
I was feeling so good today. The sun is shining, reflecting off of the snow and ice, there are little rainbows everywhere. My 70 year old yoga teacher was flitting around during class doing ballerina twirls and extolling our virtues in celebration of international womenâs day. âGirls! Letâs heal ourselves!â she says. Sometimes sheâs my saving grace. Her thick Ukrainian accent echoes in my head when I feel weak.
I felt weak this afternoon when I saw on fetlife that heâs dating his shitty ex again. I shouldnât have clicked the link but my morbid curiosity got the best of me. It stings because she likes to play as little too, and sheâs looking for a daddy. I still feel protective of him. I still feel territorial. It doesnât make any sense. I just donât want him to fill that void with someone else, I want itâs emptiness to hurt him like it hurts me. I know thatâs childish. But itâs true.
I miss having a lover who worships my soft spots.
