When My Boyfriend Lost His Leg, Something Broke Inside Me Too
I’m a different person now. I look back on what happened and I’m no longer sad or guilty.
I’m a different person now. I look back on what happened and I’m no longer sad or guilty.
He encourages me to continue to broaden my horizons and if I have something I want to do he will support me 100%.
I remember watching my father cry for the first and only time in my life. I remember my godfather coming to the breakfast table the morning after; gaunt face and hollow eyes. I didn’t cry at that funeral either.
Instead of just ignoring her while you’re in her general vicinity, try disappearing entirely.
I’ve been noticing my legs and arms look sleeker, my skin and hair healthier, my cheekbones more pronounced, and a sparkle has also emerged in my once-dull eyes. Every morning I wake up and I feel a little better about myself.
It didn’t matter to me that you lost your leg. How could you think that something like that would matter to me?
You’re the kind of person that only wants what he can’t have, and when I say no, it will drive you crazy. You’ll start to wonder where I am and what I’m doing. You’ll start to dream about me every night. You will torture yourself, wondering why I said no. God, I want to drive you crazy.
If you use the “slow fade,” you are the ugly hobgoblin spawn of Satan. It’s just a fact. There is literally nothing worse than inviting someone to go somewhere or do something and getting a “maybe.”
3. The way he treats his mother will eventually be the way he treats you.
Hell is having to call this man’s parents and tell them that you are fine, but their son is not.