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Crossroads

So it feels like a crossroads… that moment where I see things are changing and deciding how I want to change with them is overwhelming, but now everything is overwhelming. 676 more words

On Things I've Learned Through Relationships, or What Fifteen Years of Dating Has Taught Me And Hopefully I’ve Learned My Lessons

(I needed a photo for this post for the link image and I couldn’t think of anything non-cheesy for the life of me, so here, have these silly photos.) 1,880 more words

Divorce

The (short) story of my life

The exacerbated mental visualization that my life is passing by. Some days faster, some days slower, but always passing. One thing that I must give to this fast-paced “aging” process is the realization that I am truly rich. 433 more words

Ingliş

[2/3] A Letter to My Exes: My First Crush

Last year a sexologist/youtuber that I watch called Shannon Boodram made a video called “A Letter to My EX” and wrote “If you could write a letter to your ex boyfriends or girlfriends what would you say?” Because she encouraged it, I am going to write 3 posts in the upcoming week for the 3 boys I ever loved.

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Exes

[1/3] A Letter to My Exes: To My First Love

Last year a sexologist/youtuber that I watch called Shannon Boodram made a video called “A Letter to My EX” and wrote “If you could write a letter to your ex boyfriends or girlfriends what would you say?” Because she encouraged it, I am going to write 3 posts in the upcoming week for the 3 boys I ever loved.
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Personal

Luck Be an Old(er) Lady...

Upon the publication of my first blog, “I couldn’t help but notice” the similarity between it and the first SATC episode. It occurred to me that just like supposedly everything in life can be related to a Seinfeld episode, everything I’ve ever thought about relationships (and continue to think) can likely be related to an SATC episode. 992 more words

Carrie Bradshaw

Fungi in the pool

I see your lips shaping to call out my name.

I’m already looking down. The pool

beneath my feet turns acid, acrid memories rising

to curl, choking, around my throat. 60 more words

Poetry