Every spring I think back to the day I went shopping for my senior prom dress. Senior prom is supposed to be a magical, unforgettable night full of laughs, good food, and dancing. For most teenage girls, their dress is a big part of that magic. When I think back to my senior prom dress, those memories of magic are non-existent. Instead, I’m served a reminder of the controlling relationship I was in at the time.
Nothing could so effectively communicate your point as a real life example like this, told so well. Thank you for sharing your stories.
Ugh I'm so sorry this happened. I cannot believe he's still the same dude!