This morning he held me in bed far longer than what I wanted. When I tried to get up, he tried to hold me down and convince me to stay. Finally, I said more firmly "I want to get up! Let me get up!" So he finally let go, kind of in a huff, and then put his hand on my back and pushed me up. I said to him "why are you pushing me?" And he said "I am helping you get up."
I want to scream.
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"Twenty-five years and my life is still trying to get up that great big hill of hope for a destination"
~4 Non Blondes
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