Lessons for a Leasehand Reflections of a woman working on a rig in Northern Alberta
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I remember it was in November. The first time you told me you loved me. I never believed you then,. Because all the men before you ended up hurting me. They never meant every word. I was so used to the deceit and the lies,. The fake tears and the fake smiles. But even the parts of me that seemed unbreakable, splintered. I welcomed love and pain; I was vulnerable again. I bathed in your promise of love, loyalty, and trust. I held on to them, tucked them into a safe place just in case.