I was told that I should endure all pain that came my way as practice for future pain I will encounter in life and that, rather than run away and cut people off, I should learn to suffer the hurt they inflicted because that’s the price of roses.
You once said, in the careless anger of one that wishes words could kill, that you did not care if I used my body to earn my livelihood. Those words rung in my mind for weeks, and years, and now…I remember you never apologized.
Before teen age, I was told to not play with boys. That boys will get into my pants and make me pregnant and my life will be ruined by a baby I’m not ready for.
In my twenties I am told, that babies just happen. One never really plans for them, countless people have said and laughed heartily while at it.
It’s fine to ruin your life I find, at a certain age but not another.