#theweaknessinme

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The Weakness In Me <3

[xyumiebearx]

"You make me love when I don't want to" #music #theweaknessinme

[carolinedarke]

Protectors

When I was a child, my parents would bungle me in the back of the car and take me to parties.  Upon arrival, I would be ushered upstairs to spend the evening with the hosts 11 year old son. He would show me how quickly his PC turned on. I’d sit on the carpet, scratching my bare legs, looking at grotty bits of lego, broken action heroes and the bits of saliva building up in the corner of his mouth as he sat absorbed by an unexplainable video game.

Some things never change. 

I would fall asleep. Oh poor abandoned urchin. WIth only a bunkbed and a four bedroom home counties semi to keep my sheltered from the elements.

Hours later, I would wake up suddenly, always just as my dad was swinging the car into the garage. Home.

And then I would pretend to be asleep. Shutting my eyes again, breathing shallowly, curled up, seat belt digging into my side. I would pretend to be asleep so my dad would open the car door, curl his arms around me, and carry me to bed. The feeling of my head on his chest, the whiskey on his breath, being lifted from the cold car to bed. Awake.

I lie here now, 30 years old. Waiting for a man to come home. From the pub. In bed, white vest, hair in a loose bun and a little tinted lip salve. I read, I write but mainly I wait.

As soon as I hear the door shut and the familiar sounds of a drunk person trying to be quiet. I quickly discard the book, half rest it on my chest, close my eyes and pretend to be asleep. Imaginging him walking into the room to find me, legs and book akimbo, curled up, sweet - and his drunken heart singing at the sight.

Feigning vulnerability to soften a male heart.

Some things never change.

#TheWeaknessInMe