22 September 2017 My best friend once told me I trust too quickly and too easily. That I take people at their word, when others would question their motives. And I fall quickly and hard. I fell for him. And after Terrible Tuesday when his web of deceit began to unravel, that was the time … Continue reading My name is AndrewNotChris – Part II
I think we were both nervous. It had been 10 years since we’d last seen each other, 10 years since our first kiss and our first fuck. We’d known each other since Year 4, had sat next to each other in class, caught the same school bus. Hell, we lived in the same neighbourhood, an … Continue reading Is there such a thing as a primary school sweetheart?
9 February 2018 jealous /dʒɛləs/ adjective: jealous; feeling or showing an envious resentment of someone or their achievements, possessions, or perceived advantages. feeling or showing a resentful suspicion that one's partner is attracted to or involved with someone else fiercely protective of one's rights or possessions. noun: jealousy; the state or feeling of being jealous. I don’t … Continue reading O beware, my fuck buddy, of jealousy; It is the green-eyed monster
4 February 2018 It's day five of the cruise and it has rained almost without pause. We had a brief window of blue sky and sunshine during which hundreds of pale bodies emerged from below to sun themselves in neat rows on the pool deck. Most ended up burnt and drunk. I escaped the sun's … Continue reading Sailing away from marriage
It's day three of my "divorce" cruise and it hasn't stopped raining since we boarded. Yesterday I had played Bingo, my first experience at "dabbing" ... The day before the spa staff told me they could make me look 10 years younger, which at 34 I found somewhat disturbing. Yep, I've drunk a lot more … Continue reading Age shaming at 34
August 2017 It was a last-minute invite for sex at his place. It had been almost two weeks since I said goodbye to AndrewNotChris which means it had been two weeks since I'd last had sex. While I don't buy into my housemates' theory of not being able to go longer than two weeks, it … Continue reading Riding the Italian Stallion
Today I went shopping for clothes I don’t need for a “divorce” cruise I’m heading off on this Friday. It’s not actually a divorce cruise but the timing of the end of my marriage just happened to coincide with a trip my friend and her husband were going on and I was talked into it … Continue reading When you’re infertile and dating, when do you talk about kids?
July 2017 I had been off work for two weeks before I could get an appointment with a psychologist. I had been seeing a psych regularly after my infertility diagnosis in 2014. Wendy and I would meet fortnightly or sometimes weekly, depending on how low my mood was. I was taking anti-depressants but it helped … Continue reading My name is AndrewNotChris – Part I
So it's been a few days and I haven't finished the tale of ChrisNotChris. I'll be real with you: he called me several times last week and I'm still dealing with his head fuckery. He's all but begged me not to share the rest of the story because he knows exactly how bad he'll appear. … Continue reading ChrisNotChris … don’t push me
I truly have the most beautiful friends. They make me cry and they make me laugh. They make me eat when I don't want to, yelling if they have to, and they try to put my nose ring back in when it falls out even when it's gross. They listen to me rant and rave … Continue reading I get by with a lot of help from my friends