Proud

I was told twice yesterday that someone was proud of me. Granted, one was from my mother and the other being from Diego. It felt kind of weird, to be honest. My mother went on and on about how I am not this jaded facade of a person (my words, not her direct words.) We…

Proud

Tonight, Diego told me that he was proud of me for going back to school, for putting in the work and making an effort in our relationship. I told him it was only day 3 of school so he shouldn’t get too excited or proud considering I am not one to usually continue good habits….