I just got out of a very bad relationship recently. With someone I thought I would be with forever. Almost 3 years together. My mom accepted them as one of her own. The relationship was always one sided, but I was more than happy to dedicate my time to their healing. I held out so much hope for them to change. I bled myself dry for them. For absolutely nothing.

Almost one year ago on November 2nd my mom died, and my then partner couldn’t ever talk to me about it. I was used. For my help. For my body. For nothing. Right now I feel so sad, but so free. It’s so conflicting. I knew the whole time I was worth more than what I was given, but I still held out hope. Even after my mom was gone.


I finally reached out saw my mom’s best friend for the first time since my mom passed, and almost like fate she was in Maryland when I messaged.

I got to see her, She said talking to me felt like talking to the healthiest version of my mom. That made me cry. I’m proud of myself for how strong I’ve been. I’ll stay strong for her. I’m so very lucky to not have inherited her disease so far. I deserve to be happy and do all the things my mom couldn’t.


I want to finally finish my fursuit, and one for my husband, and finally put myself out there and meet friends who will be there for me as much as I am for them. Thank you all for being here for me and supporting me. 💛 💛💛