I lived my first intense relationship. Those that cause nothing else matters, that is curls up on his love, we share, we saw more than that.
was a moment like brackets in my life ... a time when you stop suffering, but it also stops or almost oozes out of everyday life since.
It's not really real life, but rather as a long journey, or one escapes, no longer thinks of nothing but what we saw there at the moment.
life lost count, others do not count, the only thing that counts is the other, her arms, her skin, her smell, locate and hugging.
We forget all the blows, the absence of pain, anxiety ... all gone ...
Franck does not work, he is unemployed. International driver was, but after a blow, he lost his job ... I dont care, I'm working and I have enough money for both of us.
I just settle with him.
In one week, I'll move my things from my parents, and install everything from him.
I measure today the pain of my mother. We hardly ever addressed the fact that I leave the house. She knew I saw Xavier regularly and then one day to another, she sees me pack my bags to go live with a boy she does not know, I've just met, and that does not make it super good impression!
It is very thin, his face is marked, large blue eyes, he is unemployed and does not look super cultivated, nor to be the "same world" ... well, it is not what she imagined for me ... But she also imagined something for me? Someone for me?
Frank does not talk about my weight, the subject does not even arise.
I sense in him the desire for me, simply, but not around my body fetishism.
Xavier him, I had a strange relationship with him, around the body.
When he touched me there was something different. Not in the way of touching me, but what I felt. It was almost as if I was aware of the contours of the body.
This body, he loved it, it felt ... He loved what I did not like the symbol of all my suffering ... not easy!
With Frank, it was something else. Perhaps it was simply the meeting of two emergencies, two suffering.
Finally, I am moved in with him and I broke up with Xavier, as in a week.
I kept my job, but nothing was like, now.
I had my house was for me to go shopping, eating, cleaning, and manage it as I wanted.
Things started to become difficult at my work.
Frank was still unemployed, and went to bed super late. The morning to get up, it was increasingly difficult.
I missed a few days, and was a bit less invested in my job.
Gone are the days where I stayed until 10 pm, or I'd just work on weekends.
I was doing my job, and about 7 / 8 hours, I left. As for weekends, it just was not about to come to work.
And funny how this has changed things with my employer.
While I was pregnant, but as I did twice as much as the others, this does not pose problems. But then all of a sudden, we started to recruit someone to help me, strangely beautiful, in fact, then, little by little, I was explained that she would go to some to relieve me a bit ... Finally, I ended up not out with clients ... and find myself a bit in the closet!
I was so invested in this job that it was unbearable for me.
Then in the job too, there were two weight-two measures ... you had the right to be big, but if you was working twice?
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