There is a picture of me that my mother swore I was holding a man’s (teenager) hand when I was not.
I did not then nor have I lied about this.
Paul…something.
As a church group we stayed at a cabin with no plumbing. Not a good experience for me. Not merely because of the plumbing. It was a one-bedroom cabin, a small kitchen, with one other room. There was probably nearly twenty or more of us, so it was more than crowded and cramped.
At the end, they took a photo. I placed my hands at my sides with my thumb on the seam on my denim.
Just awkwardly posing for a photo after a not entirely pleasant experience.
In the photo, it appears as though he and I are holding hands when we were only close to each other. Not even close enough to hold hands.
Paul did like me, I probably should have let him marry me. As I believe he had ideas for he and I because then I would not be here like this.
I want my life back.
WE - DO NOT AGREE! 