I lie in bed next to my boyfriend. I never thought that I'd be experiencing this. I've hardly ever had good boyfriends in my life. In general men have treated me like shit. In addition, I never thought that I'd ever leave my mother's place. She treated me like shit, too, and made me feel like it was impossible to ever become independent.
These past few months I've been through so much. I lived with an old professor of mine who was not what she seemed and treated me similar to how my mother did. I left her place and went into a shelter, which also sucked. It was while in there that I met my boyfriend. He has been with me through it all since then.
I feel so lucky.