10 Questions People Ask Me About My Teenage Affair With My Friend’s Mom (NSFW)
I slept with my friend’s mom for about 8 months when I was 15/16; she was 29/30.
I slept with my friend’s mom for about 8 months when I was 15/16; she was 29/30.
I have been blessed with a natural “fine” derriere.
Before yesterday, I was 4 months sober. Actually, I was 135 days sober. That’s 3,229 hours of sobriety, but who’s counting.
I enjoyed the simplicity and ruthlessness of combat, but when I try talking to a woman, I freeze, panic, blush, shake, and stutter.
However, I loved you. I wanted you, only you, without her still lingering in your heart. I longed for you to process that I loved you.
It’s about time, as a culture, we stop putting a time limit on living your life.
To the best friend I never thought I’d have, this is just a short appreciation letter to express how you’ve been a blessing to my life:
I forgive you. I truly thought I would never have the courage nor the tolerable heart to ever repeat those three words, out loud even.
We were both seventeen. I still remember how it was like the first time I ever saw you, you wore a bright green hoodie and had your hair tied up in a high ponytail.
“South Africans will kick down a statue of a dead white man but won’t even attempt to slap a live one. Yet they can stone to death a black man simply because he is a foreigner.”