I finally told my boyfriend today about the cuts on my legs. I told him that for a month now I’ve been none stop drinking. It felt good to get it off my chest, but he told me something that made me feel worse than I’ve ever felt. He told me that he can’t look at me the same with the cuts anymore. He told me he’s disappointed in me. I asked him if he still loved me and asked if he still thought I was beautiful. He said the cuts make me a different person. I’ve never felt more disgusted with myself. I don’t […]
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