It's time to heal - you will no longer control my life
Dear T and entourage.. I remember the day almost as if it were yesterday. I was in my dorm room, when i get a text - you've summoned me to your room upstairs. It was out of the ordinary, but i thought nothing more of it. I enter your room to find you sitting on your bed, and my current roommate (whom you've befriended), her boyfriend, and your younger sister also present in the room. My thoughts are, "What, is this an intervention?" I sit down. Here is where things get fuzzy. Once you started talking, it started to sync in that this was an attack. It was carefully orchestrated; you'd been discussing this for a while with your little entourage how to do it and when. There were many things that were said, but two things stuck out and lived rent-free in my head ALL this time. 1) you did R's hair one day, added moisturizer and other products to help with his curl pattern and such. Your sister overheard a conversation between him and i on the bus trip to NYC, wher...