I was taking a walk with two friends,
When I looked behind us,
And saw a man catcalling us from afar.
I kept an eye on him,
Until he caught up and started walking beside me.
He kept saying disgusting things.
Then he said, “I want to marry all three of you.”
harassment; the street, friendship
My problem stems from the fact that I’m my mother’s only daughter.
She always tells me that I’m an unlucky person and that I’ll always be without friends.
I have flaws like everyone else, but not to the extent of being this lonely.
I’ve never been subjected to physical abuse. Maybe only a few times.
But I’ve always been subjected to mental abuse, disappointment.
No one ever cared about me.
No one ever tried to make me happy.
I liked to sleep next to my parents in bed.
I’d hug my mother for a while,
Then turn over,
And hug my father.
One day, my father didn’t come home.
I stayed up all night waiting for him.
A couple of days later,
I heard he got married.
For some reason, I spent my childhood without ever making real friends.
I only had friends to play with at school.
We called each other on the phone to ask about homework.
That was the extent of our friendship.
She was my neighbor and close friend.
She had finished all the payments for her apartment and everything.
But she had to pay late fees because she paid on the 10th instead of the 1st.
I didn’t know all this.