It’s true when they say that everyone has their limits because I’ve clearly reached mine. When my father had his accident, I kept it together for the sake of my family. When I moved and had to start over in the US, I toughed it out and rolled with the punches. Julian cheating on me, hit me like a freight train, but I did my best to push through it. But to go from Julian’s cheating, to being attacked in my own home, to being stalked then to have my best friend and companion mutilated…that’s something not even I know how to push through.
My mother has always told me my worst trait is the way I bottle things up. She said one day all my emotions were going to spill over like a shaken-up bottle of soda and she was right. I know I’m safe here in Julian’s home, but every night when I close my ey
