Dear diary,
Is there a difference between destructive stubbornness and fighting for my happiness? Where does one end and the other begin? I mean, does my determination to stay in this relationship dig our graves? I feel like the lines are blurred, and all I’m doing is moving forward, hoping to see the light at the end of the dark tunnel.
The world wants to dictate how I live my life. They want me to choose between my men and my son. But I refuse to choose, I want them all. I want to raise my son and be with the men I love. Is that too difficult to accept?
Is it wrong to want love, real love, in all its messy, complicated glory? I don’t even know when it happened. This had started as just a way to explore our desires, but now I can’t imagine my life without them. And that’s the joy the
