Saw that he texted at 3:00 in the morning
Laughed my head off and went back to sleep.
And now I’m not even mad anymore. When I woke up this morning for the second time, I had the deep satisfaction of knowing that I finally get it. I finally understand what an absolute jerk he was to me. I finally got a sense of who he really is. Yeah I had to learn the hard way. I had to get bruised (literally and figuratively) to get the message across to me. But now I have that original clarity and frame of mind that I gained from being abroad; I’m in college to get my shit together.
I literally had to practice how to say “No” with my brother. He reminded me that while he could call me an unique girl and be comforting, that would do me no good. Validation can not come from anyone but yourself. So as much as I wanted to be told that everything would be ok, he sat me down and said “Look, you have to learn”. My brother preaches tough love.
So all you douche bag assholes who think that “She wanted it” and “Let me get her drunk” are appropriate terminology in referring to women:
Back the fuck up before I fuck you up.
Never. Again.
