five questions this week. ten minutes. no filler.
one of them stopped me mid-sentence. i asked myself why i was buying time before i answered it.
another made me say something out loud i haven’t said publicly before — about being cheated on, and about being the one who cheated. both. same lifetime.
i talk about what happens when a woman in this community projects onto me directly. i talk about whether trust, once it’s broken, ever comes all the way back — or if some scar tissue is just permanent.
and i answer the question i almost didn’t want to answer last.
the full breakdown — including the one i almost didn’t publish — is in the red room.
