I loved being touched,
I loved hugging people,
messing around,
when I was younger I was the touchy one,
my sister was not,
she hated being touched, hugged, messing around, when ever I'd annoy her, or hug her,
she shook me if, always yelling
"GET OFF ME"
"DONT TUCH ME"
she's never been a touchy person since birth,
I used to be,
but now?
feeling hands on my shoulders,
or somebody grabbing me suddenly,
my throat clogs up,
I don't want dirty hands touching me,
my mom got a boyfriend, 4 years ago,
he proposed to my mom 1 and a half later, and they have been fiances since then, I'm fine with that, but feeling the hands of a man, kissing my forehead, hugging me, putting his arm on my shoulder, him touching my knees, Rubin g his hand on my leg, anywhere he touched, fills me with disgust,
because
"his"
hands once touched me,
I'll call him "J"
"J" who hunts me in my nightmares,
j made me not like being touched,
I...