Katy
After Sky ate me out like a champ yesterday, he carried me to his bed. I didn't object; I was far too tired. That's how I, this morning, find myself sleeping with a mate that doesn't love me.
It hurts knowing Sky doesn't love me, but at the same time, I get it. Instead of trusting my own mate, I ran. I could have asked Sky for protection all those years ago. I could have let him be my guardian to keep him in my life. But what did I do? I took the kids and fled, stealing eight years from Sky's parenthood. It was stupid.
I mean, how would you feel if your fated mate didn't trust you enough to come for you when they needed you the most? And then later show up and be like, "Dude, we have children together, but you missed almost eight years of their lives because I'm too much of chick
