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It’s been three weeks and I sometimes think I’m fine. I’ve joined clubs, learned how to make sourdough bread, and started exercising again. If anyone asks, I’m doing great. But it’s the simplest things that bring me back. I want to call you and bitch about my job and say how I understand why you always needed a drink after work. I hear a song and I get pumped up about the music festivals that we were going to go to this summer. It …
I guess you can say I knew it was over when I borrowed his leather jacket and found the court documents in his pocket. He neglected to tell me that he and his buddies decided to drink too many tequila shots at the bar and then ransack someone's trailer. The paper went on to explain the damages done,the upcoming court date, the felony charge of breaking and entering. I and he devastated by a night of "fun with the guys," All I could think about was that this would …

I should have known there would be trouble when I met him in a bar nicknamed The Dirty Bird, and the first thing he did was guide my index finger to the crease between his nose and cheekbone, where I discovered a set of screws holding his face together. Dubbed Lucky 13 by his hockey buddies, he had broken his nose multiple times and crushed his face with a jet ski instead of going to Hawaii with his water polo team—hence the titanium mug his parents paid for when he …

I don't want to disappoint you, but this is not a bitter rant about an ex, if that's what you were expecting to find here. As a matter of fact, since we only dated for a few months, I'm not sure the man I'm writing about even qualifies as an "ex" considering the short duration of our "relationship," which consisted mostly of sex and joking around with each other. My ex and I met in a bar that I frequented when I was in my early twenties, and he had …

Girls are notorious for dramatically hating their exes. And every girl has a similar reason, all of them stemming from one main reason:
Boys suck.
They lie. They cheat. They pressure you. They ignore you. Confuse you. Do things that make you so angry your hands shake-but then they make it impossible to stay mad. They are the lowest, most vile, sorriest creations on the face of the earth.
So how on earth did I become one?
Ok, so that's an exaggeration. I'm still a girl, with a vagina and …

"I'm so over it" became my mantra while I collected many fabulous reasons why I shouldn't love you. Why I don't even care. Why our love was never true. Then yesterday I'm walking to my new job in my new clothes, new hair, new punctuality, and I see you turn around. It wasn't you, because you're 3,289 miles away in Coral Gables, Florida probably thinking about how much I suck. This dude doesn't even look like you, so it must have been a trick of …

It took me twenty-two years to find a woman who I wanted to share my bed with. Maybe thats a lie. Maybe she was the first person to invite me in. Regardless, I spent two of the most substantial years of my life with my hand in hers. I also spent those two years believing that the anniversary cards would only stop when they rested six feet below the engraving. I was comfortable with that understanding, with the only constraints in growing old, being our …

He was my poison. I knew it, but I found it easier to be in the relationship if neither of us spoke of the obvious. Not out loud, and definitely not to each other. It got to a point where we even had a fighting routine. On Monday He did something stupid. I got angry. We exchanged nasty remarks. He would not speak to me for 24hrs. He would buy me something nice. I accepted. He apologized. I melted. By Sunday we were good again. But sure enough, Monday would …

You were the love of my life. You were the reason I live and breathe. Without you, I was nothing. I made sure you knew that I was madly in love with you. Then, you traded me in for the army.

That moment came in my life when I was certain that we were meant to be. You didn't have to come over and visit me, but you did. You came over and hugged me. You held me. You caressed and kissed me. I felt wanted. I, for …

A single phone call that changed my life and Hollywood couldn't have written it any better. I was listening to the voice of my Ex husband as he asked if I would be willing to meet him for dinner. He had been thinking of me and felt as though he needed to talk to me. In his dreams I was looking for him. Sixteen years of searching for someone or something to put back the pieces of my shattered heart after divorce lead me to realize we all must take …

There it is, that phrase, the phrase that many of us dispute, untill one day the very thing we dispute smacks us right between the eyes and then gushes into our hearts. Love at first sight. Well I was young. . I still am young but one thing is for sure. . When love hits you. . .you sure as hell know about it!!
So we met on a horrible dark rainy day in a coffee shop, I was just a giggling teenager completely unaware that my life was …

He was my best friend. It was weird. We barely saw each other, yet I told him more than people who I see every day and trust with my life. Then it happened. He did the unthinkable. Not even a week into our relationship, he committed a crime that tore us apart. It wasn't violent, no, but the emotional scars from it will never go away. I tried to understand. I tried to believe he did it because of the addiction. A year past and we didn't speak, and not …

He said he could read fortunes in coffee grinds . He is my cheating lying ex boyfriend but at the time I didn't know that. It must have been funny to "read" my fortune in the coffee grinds and not tell me that he was sleeping with the fifteen year old neighbor.

I had three boyfriends in Orthodox Jewish preschool. Jonathan Berry was my favorite because he had a red convertible car bed. Call me superficial, but I learned early on (from my mother) that a car indicates what's in a man's bank account. The added benefit of being with a Berry was that his mother packed the best Purim baskets, filled with quality Kosher cookies and Israeli chocolate. Plus, I got to ride his huge swing set weekly (this is a literal statement). One day, while …

I was cleaning out my car and I found a tool box I forgot I had.  I never liked this tool box.  The box itself had an awkward clamshell design.  The tools were stored in the top and bottom lids of the box and most of the tools would just fall out when I opened it.  I decided I didn’t want it and I threw it out.
One more thing about this tool box.  It was a gift from my ex-boyfriend. This made the decision to discard it even …

It all started out so normal; I was a shy girl who met an outgoing boy. Eventually, we married. Over the next ten years, our roles as husband and wife morphed into brother and sister. Inevitably, we divorced.
Then my ex-husband met another outgoing boy. They moved in together. Soon they became neighbors with me and my mom (who was battling stage IV lung cancer).
Eventually, I also met a boy, who thankfully prefers girls.
A few months ago, I, my mom, and my new boy celebrated …

I never really went to college. My body attended classes, I graduated, but my spirit was with Matt. Matt was twenty-one and I was sixteen when we met. At eighteen, when I was supposed to go away to college, I could not handle the thought of being ripped from my father figure and thrust into the scary world of other people and opportunities. I was determined to stay with the Siamese twin who owned me.

Matt was a short man, owned guns, hated people of color (even though I …

We arrived at the house upstate, just as her friend and his three house guests were about to sit down to dinner, just as the night took over and the surrounding woods came alive with sound.

My head ached the dull constant ache that to me was the pounding incessant emptiness of New York City as we all sat around the table on the back porch at the bottom of a wide stretch of grass, a lone candle flickering in the midst of the food and a bottle …

I am in St Croix for the baobabs.
I know so much about them I sometimes forget that I’ve never seen one in real life. I am dying to see one, to glimpse in person something I’ve been researching for so long. I’ve spent so many hours combing through articles about the tree. Articles about the medicinal uses of its leaves, about the nutritional powder made from crushing the seeds, and of course the insects. That is why I study it, for the insects. The cotton-stainer that breeds on the …

Call my ex-housemate Dawson. I’m short but he was shorter. And tinier, bonier, thinner, with an oversized head and eyes. He told me once that he had been born with a tumor pressing on some gland that allows you to grow. That made him small.

He played the theremin like a weirdo and used to hang upside down on a contraption screwed into his door frame. He liked me more than I liked him. I think he would be surprised to know I didn’t really like him. I can …
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