There used to be a time when I could walk around in a bra and my husband would make inappropriate comments or just come play with my boobs. These days he doesn’t even walk in the same room and if he so happens to while I’m getting dressed doesn’t look in my direction.

There are different levels of rejection. There are those that indirectly or vaguely respond to simple questions about wanting to hang out or sexual advances or whatever the case may be. And there are those that might directly say no. But the most hurtful rejection is the one not acknowledged at all.

I might not be perfect for him, but I’m sure I’m perfect for someone – somewhere

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About k1nd3r5t3w

Born and raised in Maine. US Army Veteran, living in Kansas! Love road trips and my son. Go PATRIOTS. Amateur writer who just writes from the heart. Runner.
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