when the tree frogs fell

He said “you get to be the {princess}? in it.”

In my navieté I had no idea what he meant. I just smiled and said cool.

Now it is clear. And I am trying to wrap my head around figuring out the dichotomy of this exit strategy.

But this is about me now. I have to type.

I arrived here the “San Diego” girl. Ridiculed. I weathered that.

At the bar – I couldn’t – It became a survival issue. So I left. Now they hate me and I am outside a community that I have realized can be pretty vindictive.

I have to take my empowerment through.