My name is Candy. 26 years old. Mother of three boys.Vegan. Polyamorous. Bisexual. Married and in another relationship. In recovery for the past year from anorexia nervosa. Currently in outpatient therapy.
I hate how he texts me and asks me how I am. He broke up with me. You can stop pretending to give a shit now.
Don’t call me your bad habit. That’s such an insult. I’m very aware of how insane I am. I don’t need to be reminded.
Don’t put your arm around me. Don’t touch my neck. Don’t give me that smile. You gave me up in search of something different and stable. Don’t you fucking dare try to drag me back in again just so I can get hurt.
I don’t want to love you again. It’s all just hurt. I’m not your love. I’m a sick addiction. I take no faults in not being interested. Unfortunately, that will only make you want me more.
Love me, or leave me alone.