My Twin Flame Romance — Part Eleven
Love, Drugs, and Rock ‘n Roll
If you haven’t read Part One, I suggest you do that now. There’s some important disclaimers in there I just don’t feel like repeating — so check it out and come back here when you’re done. Kthx.
*** This story involves drugs and other things that happened, but probably shouldn’t have. It’s not an endorsement of those activities.
Free of Erik, of any relationship to bind me, I remade myself into a new young woman.
My childhood nickname was abandoned and replaced with an edgier one, I dug even deeper into the goth look (it wasn’t a phase, but at that point it was a sort of statement), and stitched my head and heart back together.
I could rebuild, and be better for it.
Behind The Scenes
I was too angry to bother talking about Erik’s betrayal the same way I’d lamented Rod dumping me years prior. In fact, there’s little mention of it at all in my writings; almost as if I’d suppressed my feelings to the point they didn’t exist.
But sometimes I’d get into funks where all I could do was listen to certain songs and cry. I knew why; but every time it happened, that voice in my head talked me out of knowing: