Little blonde rant triggered by T Bone.(not in a bad way).
Never really had a problem being called that man's 'trophy'. Actually romanticised it. Silly me! Saw only the good parts- attention, gifts, lots of attention. The attention became a curse and the gifts- a symbol of abuse. Every time there was a new gift, it was sure a tell that there had been abuse.
Years later, I am still wondering how the simple desire for a charming prince with eyes only for me, lead me to a monster who changed the course of my life forever! I can not wait to be rid of this particular proverbial gift that has kept on giving...
Rant over!
PS: No pity party please. I just needed to blow steam to people who I feel would understand without judgement. Just read and scroll.