How I longed to smoke and drink coffee with the artists and writers, discuss the meaning of life and the purpose of art, exchange witticisms and criticisms while our laughter rose above the din of the cafe along with our smoke, into the Parisian night. Why didn’t you ever take me to Paris? You ...
I mistook strange as special, odd as unique and unusual as exceptional. There was something not quiet right, that I just couldn’t place, something that was off somehow but it’s so difficult to understand. I sensed the truth, but thought, how could it be? The rot had set in. He was soon to be ...
We want our ex’s to feel our pain, know our ache, and die a thousand deaths with us -- but they don’t. We want them to come back to us, admit their decision was a mistake -- but they won’t. We long for them to make one last gesture in recognition of our broken ego, broken heart and our broken ...
Add water, instant wife won’t work this time. Been there, done that. Money doesn’t create comfort, connection does. Someone else’s financial security is not the stability I want. I stand on my own two feet. I march to my own drumbeat. I want a lover and a friend, not something that’s pretend. ...
I feel rejected. I must be doing something wrong, be unappealing to him, for this kind of reaction to occur. I know: he says it’s not me, it’s him, but it wasn’t always like this. Is it because I’m getting older? Am I not sexy? Most importantly: does he not feel connected to me?
I don’t know why romance seems to have such a short lifespan or why an ailing thing cannot always be saved. About three weeks after our breakup, Jesse and I stopped speaking completely. His assurance that he would continue to love me forever seemed reason enough for me to cut off all lines of ...
If we’re pissing you off… just tell us. If you need us to leave you alone for a while… just tell us. If you can’t stand to hear even one more word come out of our mouths for at least another 27 minutes… just tell us. But be clear and loving and kind because we don’t like when there’s friction ...