Just a gal living her life to the fullest in NYC.
Dear Mom, I know what I’m about to tell you will break your heart. It breaks my heart that I’ve kept this. I’ve been so afraid to tell you. That no matter what you will always love me. But this is so awful. I don’t know if you could ever love me again.
There I was, drunk on a Monday night. Out with a good friend who was in town for seven days(of course I’d already slept with him). A tip, don’t just eat a protein bar all day then have two glasses of Pinot Grigio. I usually know better. But sometimes, you just don’t have any time to eat.
Three years. That's how long we had been friends. Three long years. Practically to the day. We'd been through so much together. We laughed. We cried. We shared the same experiences together. We'd go out on the town and have fun. We'd turn heads walking down the street together. We had thought about what we'd be like when we're old. We made a pact that in 10 years if neither of us were married or had children, we'd have one together. We made each other so happy. Then one day, he texts me " let's meet for coffee and have a chat".
It started out innocently. It wasn’t my intention to go all the way. But when you’re young, and someone says they care about you, that they love you, you fall for them. Especially when you’ve never done anything like that. I had never been in a relationship before, I had never had a boyfriend, and I had never been kissed. Twenty-one years old, and I haven’t ever had sex.