Rhewbi-pixels

If there was a common feeling that you experienced, it was guilt. The gut wrenching moment when everything came down onto your shoulders at once, and you were felt to blame yourself for not supporting the ceiling. Those taunting whispers that would lash in your mind, constantly reminding that it was you that messed up, that it was you who deserved to feel this way. Dating was meant to be a pleasurable thing, wasn't it? When you and another person hook up together, smile and laugh together, it was meant to be treasured. Held dearly, even. But every single time you held their hand, offered up a smile, gave them a kiss; it... oddly incorrect. L

"Hey, (y/n), I'm going to see one of my friends today, so you hold down the fort." Your mom said as she picked up her coat. "Ma, honestly, I would like to get out of the house today. I feel like a fat person." You said as you squished your tummy. "Oh... I guess you can come. You may be a bit bored. We will be talking and drinking coffee, probably." Your mom looked at you. "Does she have any kids?" You asked. "I think she has a nephew who is your age... But she said he is working on a big project for his science... Tech... School thing." Your mom stuttered. "Mmm... That's okay. If we find something to talk about, great. If we don't, at least