I really do love this city - the architecture, the waffles, the beer, even the bustling crowds of tourists. It’s hot this time, hotter than I remember when I was here 12 years ago. I thought it might be weird walking the cobblestones that I last crossed with my ex-husband and, while I have thought... Continue Reading →
When sorry can’t fix broken
My heart is heavy which is strange given there is a piece of it missing. I’ve lost my best friend and the weight of it is strangling. It creeps up on me at unexpected times and I remember that I can’t call them on my long drives for work, or send them a meme I... Continue Reading →
The creeper and the fool
If yesterday's emotion was rage, today must be stupid. Cheyne made a fool of me for two years, pretending to be someone he wasn't. Trying to be the person he thought I wanted him to be. I've wondered today how many times he must have laughed behind my back. How many times he watched my... Continue Reading →
Fuck the friend zone, that fucker is dead to me
Have you ever wanted to vomit someone out of you? Expel every memory and conversation and purge yourself of everything you thought you knew? My alleged best friend of more than two years, Cheyne, is a liar. Not just a liar, a pathological cheat, manipulator and deceitful cretin. A pathetic, lame excuse for a man... Continue Reading →