ask for it by name ”Auntie seemed to know what she was doing, Em was already feeling calmer and safer. It was time to fess up. The first step to getting help was admitting the problem. “Please Auntie, I’ve been making… bad decisions, mistakes, being stupid. I’ve screwed up, and I know I screwed up, but I can’t stop making the same mistakes over again.”Auntie smiled again, “Its ok, child. Everyone makes mistakes, the key is realizing that is what they are. I’m not your judge, I’m a fully involved life coach. Tell. This time, I was fantasizing about my mother wholeheartedly.“Stomach upset?” mom asked when I got out of the bathroom.“Ye.. yes mom… a little bit,” I said.Mom got up and came to me, and felt my forehead for temperature. I averted my eyes down, afraid of looking into her eyes. My eyeballs naturally landed on her chest. Mom’s breasts were mere millimeters from my chest. I could just touch them if I leaned in a little.“You’re fine. Stop eating junk from outside!” She said in a typical motherly. Imoved his diploma aside and took a photo of the wall safe behind it withmy phone. We'd been told where it would be and I took the photo becauseour informant - Lucy, I now know - wasn't knowledgeable enough aboutsafes to tell us what type it was. This only took a few seconds so thatwhen Dr Bulmer returned it looked as if we hadn't moved." We made a follow up appointment with him," said Laura, picking up thestory, "but we won't be keeping it. While Shondra was photographing thesafe I was.Read More
