I will never forget when I first realized that I wasn’t normal. I remember realizing I was attracted t I was actually a young child, so I suppose that they were only girls, but I was too, and in any case I had little to no interest in the opposite sex, other than wanting to be friends with them. I didn’t understand why anyone did like boys like that. Boys were dirty and gross and too much like me, in all honesty-even though I was rejected by all of them for friendship purposes because I was a “girl”, and I should do “girly” things. Girls were pretty and they were somewhat nicer to me (because I was a “girl”, and I guess that was good enough reason to tolerate me at least, even if they didn’t like me.) But I would never tell anyone that. How could I tell anyone that I had a crush on a girl?
Cassie stood looking at herself in the mirror. She brushed her long, chestnut brown hair out of her face and turned her face back and forth. Bright, blue eyes, edged with black lashes looked back at her. Her face was shaped just right that she had supermodel features, even over her body.
My best friend, Becky, committed suicide last year and I don't know if I'm allowed to mourn loosing her. She and I used to be so close. We met in jr. high school and up until senior year we were attached at the hip.
Have you ever been encouraged to go on a blind date? Maybe you were merely pressured to join an online dating site, because you friends felt as though you were alone on the weekends while your children were spending their weekends with their father.
Many people consider relationships as 'having found their other half'. We go from being whole to being half of something, a complete person only when we are with someone else. We allow our minds to be content with the fact that our lives are not truly our own, and that the ultimate definition of love is to forgo part of yourself with someone else by choice, believing that our lives are enhanced by the presence of something foreign to you. I am by no means an expert in the love department. I've had my fair share of boyfriends who have cheated on me, broken up with me, discovered their sexuality with me and even given the v-card by a boy I loved who trusted that I would know what to do. Even then, I am no love expert. What I do know is that while none of the men in my past have much in common with one another, there is still one deep, underlying fact that remains the same: our relationships eventually ended because we succumbed to self-abandonment in some way, shape or form.The honest definition of self-abandonment is to allow your true self to lie dormant in your relationship emotionally, physically, mentally, financially, spiritually and even socially, which opens the door for your partner to be responsible for you as a person.