Mom says we can move in. We are 2 weeks from being homeless. 14 days.
Better than homeless. But not really a home.
In March of 2006, a boy asked me out. I said yes. It is now March 2022. That was 16 years ago. I am now trying to divorce her. Yes, her. It's been over 4 years since she decided to tell me she was a woman. For 3 years I stuck out her transition with her. Things got rocky the more time passed. I am not sure I was ever not abused, emotionally. Manipulated into a co-dependency. An almost PG version of the Joker and Harley. I say almost because of course there is sex involved in romance, especially one that lasts so many years, so in no way could you honestly front a romance story as PG. In some ways, when I really look at it, the reality of the relationship is rated R. That is neither here nor there and I am working on a book where I outline all this out and lay my trauma out for me to really get a grip on it plain as day. But now, I am in a completely different space. My boyfriend and I are in a two bedroom apartment with my two kids. My ex's two kids. My boyfriend...
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