You are lovely, Miss Molly. And brave. And those boys took something from you like it was their right and that enrages me.
I’m in the middle of my story right now and it’s a lot like yours. And I find myself defaulting to humor as I write, because it’s what I do. Because I know that for me, the story gets darker and darker and I’m only up to 16 right now and I need to conserve energy to be able to meet the darkness that is coming.
But I want you to know that you have rejuvenated me…I hadn’t been able to work on that piece for almost a week now, but your strength has bled into me tonight.
You survived. And your story will help other women to survive, too. ❤