i have never liked to be touched. My mother only hugged her boyfriends and my father was absent for 10 years.
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August 2, 2013
I didn’t sleep much last night. I was too happy that my husband is here to stay. I’m still too happy. One of 2 things will happen.
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August 1st, 2013
My husband arrived around 4pm. He walked in because the door was unlocked. I was cleaning the freezer. I dropped what I was doing and hugged him with my arms around his neck. We took all our 5 kids and went to Ruby Tuesday. I wanted nothing off that menu and everything was too expensive to pick something I was almost sure I wouldn’t like.
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You know what’s scary? My husband is the only one I let get close to me. Now I’m tired of feeling vulnerable and I want to run so I can shut down my emotion and be alone for the rest of my life. He isn’t letting me run. He’s right there holding my hand.
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My earliest memory includes not ever wanting to be touched or kissed. I figure that something must be broken but I can’t figure out what.
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I know who I am
To thine own self be true
Trying to give a damn
But indifference starts anew.
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