I found this in my Drafts folder. I don’t remember who I wrote this about. But I do remember feeling this way. And today, it feels like a message from another one of my selves, telling me what I need to hear. ~O~O~O~O~O~O~ I did something I feel terrible about….
I met somebody recently. Someone who has known me for nearly a decade, only I can’t remember them at all. All the references check out, the dates line up, the stories match. And yet, there’s a gaping hole in my memory where this person should be. All I can find…
The thrill of it. The validation. Why do people cheat?
“She tried to be the kind of person that interesting things happened to.”
You’re uncomfortable in silences. In sighs. In whispers. In conversations. How do you feel about holding hands?
Getting older has me reevaluating what it means to care and thus, how closure looks It doesn’t have to be clean.
Twenty-six years ago on this day, I had my first period.
Friendship is a DIY kind of relationship that you can tailor to your needs, your personality and the other’s.
I’ve returned to thinking about men and romantic relationships after a nearly two year hiatus. There was just so much going on with other things, health, work and family that my inclinations had all but dried up. I had to shore up my emotional reserves and that meant going into battery saver mode. The easiest thing to stop, the first non essential thing was seeking men to date.
I grew up feeling like my life would follow the same path as other people – work and you shall achieve, be and you shall receive. It baffled me when I was attacked or called entitled for this, when the boys I knew, weren’t. I wrote about this often. I…