I had a lot of time to reflect, and also realize some things on my sad drive back to Utah. I have to remember that I’m the whole package. That I deserve someone who doesn’t leave me on edge or read all day. Who actually wants to get to know me and talk to me. Granted I only just met the poor guy, but it really stuck with me. How you treat someone is taken very different ways. For someone with a lot of trauma, being treated nicely and told certain things can make me feel many different emotions at once. I have a week to get my shit together and then we’ll see how it goes from there. It’s almost Libra season, then it’ll be prime time. Xoxo