[THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS SINCE AROUND JANUARY 2020; MAYBE BEGINNING OF FEBRUARY]
The last year of my life
was painful.
As all growth is.
And I've learned a lot,
but sometimes the pain
outweighs it all.
And so I'm tired.
So damn tired.
And all I want,
is the rest.
The last year of my life
brought a long list of hardships.
Getting banned from tinder
was a punishment for my existence.
Getting promoted at work early
meant I hadn't been fully trained.
Straining and constant mental stress
by a job I was never fully taught.
Infrequent mental breakdowns
without even 15 an hour on the clock.
And then being harassed,
that lovely everlooming threat,
all because I hadn't learned
what they deemed fast.
"He, his, him,"
again and again.
A whole year guessing
if I'll ever be one of "them."
The last year of my life
and what drove me up the wall,
was how the people at my gym
who I thought were my friends
didn't work out with me after all.
There was even one point
where all the girls around me asked
one another if they want to go on a trip.
Everyone except for me,
No surprise that I was skipped
Because I was the only one
who wasn't one of them.
So shame on me for not being the same
for thinking I'd be safe
from people talking about me
Especially from behind my back.
But again no surprise since it's why
I felt I needed to leave our olde town.
Whether work or working out,
I just kept getting outed.
Even better was when someone I trusted,
a close friend's mom actually,
told my manager not to schedule me
to work with her younger child.
Because I supported them
in questioning who they are.
Even bought them a binder.
But never made them feel pressured.
And yet their mom told my boss
that she was uncomfortable
"With our relationship."
The same woman who after finding out
just how deep my sadness descended,
told me there was a hole in me,
where I needed her god.
Even told me
I should come to her church.
But that's going too far back.
I need to refocus on
The last year of my life
where I've spent so many months
trying to climb out of toxic environments.
One of which being the most recent
I've had to an abusive relationship.
Closest one since just after high school.
I try not to think about that one too often.
Always wishing it had been someone,
anyone other than them,
who had actually taken my virginity.
Not someone abusive and manipulative.
Not the person who raped me.
I'd even prefer it had been the freshman
that molested me in my own home.
Yeah I would've been down for that.
After all it only took a little for her
to coerece me to go down on her.
And so a constant thought throughout
The last year of my life
Was even though she 100% consented,
Fearing I had somehow raped
The ex we both wanted to be my wife.
Telling myself I could've asked,
and should've asked,
more than twice.
Three is her number after all.
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