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Jacqueline
I remember the first close call like it was yesterday. The blood
dripping down the back of my leg, Travis’s wide eyes, and my stammering
response, “I-I accidentally nicked myself.”
He never pushed the issue. He didn’t ask more questions; just rushed to
my side, applying pressure via toilet paper to my wound. I know he saw the
scars.
We never spoke about it—we still don’t speak about it. It was awkward
enough being caught red handed, so we simply continued on with life as normal
as we could.
Another topic we avoid? My disorder. In fact, we dance around the
conversation all together. Travis is too much of a softy when it comes to me
and always lets my mistakes slide—even when he shouldn’t.
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