reblogging here because i can see this being relevant to anyone who’s ever tried to get out of an abusive relationship
Reblogging because that last comment made me reread the whole thing in a new light and realize this could be vital information. So, putting it out there for everyone, and hoping no one ever really needs it.
I love my dog Foxy more than anything. While she has her nuisance moments, I’ll be devastated when she dies (partially because I’ve already lost one dog in my life-Lucky, whom I also loved to death). Even as I wrote this, I had to stop and kiss/hug her, because she looked up at me. She has a sixth sense. I know this because when I had my wisdom teeth out on last New Year’s Eve and as soon as I got home, she came and licked my mouth and stayed by my side even when no one else was there. Her breath may smell and she may growl at me for loving her too hard sometimes, but I love her, her softness, laziness, fatness, snuggliness, and her dog smell, and always will.
9. I may still be young, the youngest of my family, but I try to act beyond that because I’ve always felt that people have only seen me that way, and I want that to change since I’m not so young anymore. I’m a big girl and can handle big girl things.