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He asks me why I’m sad, I wish I had an answer. He thinks I’m hiding something from him, I’m just dealing with something I don’t fully comprehend. I wish that he could understand and see the pain I feel without having all the details. I wish that he would support me no matter how much I tell him because that it what I need from him. And I’m not ready to give him more.
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Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
Difficult conversations
He asks me why I’m sad, I wish I had an answer. He thinks I’m hiding something from him, I’m just dealing with something I don’t fully comprehend. I wish that he could understand and see the pain I feel without having all the details. I wish that he would support me no matter how much I tell him because that it what I need from him. And I’m not ready to give him more.
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26/F/North Dakota
Feb 13, 2019
Feb 13, 2019 at 7:54 AM UTC
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