Robyn
I’m not a cryer. Or at least I didn’t use to be.
It was embarrassing. I tried to stop it, but it was like the dam had broken, and I couldn’t hold back the flood any longer. I wasn’t even sure why I was crying. It certainly wasn’t because of anything Jack had done, unless you count the fact that he made me come so hard that I might have literally lost my mind.
Love? The last person who truly loved me was my father. I guess my mother loved me in her own way, but I knew it wasn’t a healthy relationship. I thought I had loved the two boys I had dated before, but now, in retrospect, I think it was more that I liked them, and I liked the attention, and I liked the idea of being in a relationship - but I didn’t love them, and they certainly didn’t love me. Especially boyfriend numb
