I was thinking something silly the other day.
I wanted to have something for him to use me for. Like I wanted to be in a position to have standing or money or a way for him to get access to whatever privileges I might have.
Like he could use me for a green card or mooch off of me for a while, come live in my space and use me in that way.
But I don’t have anything for him. I have just me. I wish that was enough.
Lisa Gray 