Sitting in the coffee shop, I am in my element. My companion is telling a lively story, I’m laughing, and the time scrambles before we part ways. As I slip out the door, my companion tells me to say hello to my parents, and that’s when I remember: she’s their age, rather than mine. But yet it is we who are friends. Aren’t we?
I’ve been in a long-term relationship for a while now. It hasn’t been going well recently. Honestly, it’s on the verge of abusive for me. I know that all relationships have their ups and downs, but this one is really getting tough.
Relationships, love, and Vaden.