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here I am, starting to date someone new. And honestly? They seem pretty fantastic, maybe even the kind of person I've been looking for. But it's way too early to know for sure. The thing is, my past dating history has me really hesitant to get my hopes up or get too involved. I'm definitely not looking for a casual hookup or just another friend. What I really want is something more meaningful, a real relationship. It's scary to want that again after everything else.
I feel like a fucking whore. That's it. That's all I can think. I went to his house to talk. Just talk. And then... and then it all went to shit. He had me straddled over his lap. Making out. Not just kissing, but like... lip-sucking, tongue-biting. It was intense. And then he got on top of me. On top of me. Feeling under my shirt. Tugging at my jeans. Trying to get my bra off. I let him... I let him suck on my boobs. Bite my nipples. What the fuck is wrong with me? I ended up having to leave because my mom was on her way home. Like some goddamn teenager sneaking around. He's not my boyfriend. He probably doesn't even want to be. And I... I've never done anything like that before. Ever. And I feel fucking terrible. Dirty. Used. Ashamed. Like I gave away something I shouldn't have. Like I'm less of a person now.
People keep wondering what kind of "Help" am I going to get? I've exhausted all of my resources. I don't know what's going to happen next. I tried getting a job, I've asked people to teach me how to drive so I can obtain a drivers license, I've tried getting advice, etc. I don't know
Didn’t get invited out for Mother’s Day breakfast that my mother and sister attended and because I’m 6 months pregnant they don’t consider me a mom yet. They invited me to come plant flowers at my sister’s house like I just wanted to be appreciated/included, not do yard work for my first Mother’s Day.
