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On weekends when I was home from work, he’d go to his mom’s house for eight hours at a time to watch porn.

Depression is hidden in the jokes, the pauses, the drinks, the late nights, the forced smiles – perfectly rehearsed

I remember my mom driving home the point that their illness, unlike the chickenpox was not something I’d be able to see.

I’ve spent the last year working to be better for and to myself. Learning to walk in my truth. Learning to embrace the flaws.

The truth is no one has their shit totally together.

I want you to be in love with me and my bed.