You can be sneaky sometimes, can’t you? You saw that I was feeling vulnerable the past several days, and you took that as an invitation to buy a ticket and come home early. You thought it was a great opportunity to go on one of your rants.
But you are underestimate the sincerity of my commitment. I said I’d believe the girl at least through the end of July, and I meant it. No matter what you say, I intend to stick to that. The girl has been through so much already, and she deserves at least these five weeks free of you. I don’t care if I’m vulnerable. I don’t care what you whisper in my ear. I am sticking to the plan.
You wasted your money on that ticket. The door is locked to you. Go back to the beach–or anywhere, I don’t care. Just leave us alone.
I’m sure these posts don’t make a lot of sense to anyone who just drops by for the first time. I’m on Day 18 of my commitment to believe the girl–my earlier self–who experienced childhood sexual abuse. It’s a big deal for me to fully believe her because I have allowed Doubt to torture me for a very long time. I’ve been using my blog this month to document my experience of believing the girl.