*this isn't a pity party, don't treat is as such* I've always had trouble being myself. From early on, I realized real quick that I was different than most. From looks to likes, I wasn't like others. Too short, too fat, too nice. Too boring, too serious. I avoid conflict like the plague, I'm always the loner and my friends list is to put it nicely...very open. I'm sarcastic, opinionated at times and loyal.
I can keep on going with what I am, it's so much more difficult to learn what I'm not. I've started seeing someone, and they made me feel like a million bucks. They are polyamorous, like most I have met within the kink lifestyle. I found out that monogamy is rare within the community, and that's more than fine, I don't judge. After the 3rd date, we are talking about our potential dynamic meanwhile we asks if he can bring on another student. I had avoided asking how many ladies there were...that was very wrong of me to do. I learned I was one of many. 1 of 7. I was Thursday. First week after finding out I just kept on, just because it's new doesn't make it wrong. But after last night I became 1 of 8. I know I don't have much to give anymore...I'm a single mom who fought hard for happiness, got divorced. Went back to the workforce, I work overnights to support my children. But the feeling in my gut...I can't be Thursday. It may sound stupid...I want to feel more special. My whole life I've been treated like crap, not worthy ....I don't want to be alone but I don't want this. Nothing about me is special...I'm not sure why hes even wasting his time with me.
I'm still working on loving myself, someone has to, right? And I'm finding it's been the hardest thing I have ever done.