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Before I met you I never had thought about being a teacher. I am an introvert after all.

We met at the Grand Canyon, and I followed you around the world to your home in China. We had planned on getting married. You helped me find a job there teaching English.

Your parents didn't approve. Then work was seeming to fall apart. They wanted to ship me off to some backwater town on the border with Korea. I was able …

Did she ever really love me?

Did I love war more than I loved her?

Your heart is a bitch, it's supposed to pump blood throughout your body but every now and again it takes on a metaphysical role and lets you feel things that you can't quite quantify or put a hand on. I saw my ex on Facebook today. Still pale, still a ginger, but smiling like it was the best day of her life, though this time it wasn't me at her side. She was …

Did she ever really love me?

Did I love war more than I loved her?

Your heart is a bitch, it's supposed to pump blood throughout your body but every now and again it takes on a metaphysical role and lets you feel things that you can't quite quantify or put a hand on. I saw my ex on Facebook today. Still pale, still a ginger, but smiling like it was the best day of her life, though this time it wasn't me at her side. She was …

I'm sorry. You'r sorry We'r sad.

Remember when we first met
And I thought you were cute
And you told your roomate the same
And one night I asked you
Where you'd been all my life
I was joking.
But now I'm not.
Remember when there was never much to do
Except smoke cigarettes
And we'd claim every night movie night
Usually it was Old School
And the 3 of us,
Unless we found another girl
To sleep in Phil's bed.
Remember when I'd make you stop
at the rocky waterfall
And said it was romanticRead more »

I've never quite liked the term "ex-boyfriend," for whatever reason. I usually say something like, "my old boyfriend," perhaps implying that he's aged tremendously since our separation, while I've kept my youthful glow. Or "Frank, my former flame," for alliteration fans. I'm kidding, I don't have an ex-boyfriend named Frank. I have a couple of friends by that name. One, I could never date. The other, I said I would marry if he wasn't gay. I've dated a couple "A's," a "D," like me. One "C," and now, a "T." …

I'm happily married now, but I didn't used to always date the brightest crayons in the box. Well, okay, I'm not bitter enough to actually refer to any of my exes as unintelligent, they were all actually pretty smart except when it came to keeping secrets and knowing how to treat a woman.

Ex-boyfriend, we'll call him Alejandro, cheated on me during the first week we were together. I did not find out until two years into our relationship (which was beginning to be pretty rocky at this …

I should have paid more attention, more attention to myself. In the process of trying to show my "love" to her I forgot about my own well being. I forgot that I am a person too. I can't even begin to guess why I endured the hell she put me though, even after she betrayed me. I thought we were doing so well, I felt absolutely great while we were together. Then you left me for HIM. I accepted it at first, I was a little hurt but that was …

I didn't know it was him. The lights were dim and my heart clouded my judgment. I could not hear over the sound of the beating. Closer and closer his hand inched toward me. A brush of contact. Bare intensity. It was only his hand. Only my hand. Then I touched his face. Only then did I realize it was me. He disappeared and I stroked a reflection.
I didn't know what I was telling myself. I was looking into the eyes of imagination. Dreaming of a life that could …

Saying goodbye in front of a mutual friend who may or may not have been aware that we were more than friends, I gave him a firm hug and when he vaguely promised he’d ‘see me soon’, I grabbed the reins and said ‘We have to hang out at least one more time before I leave. No questions.” He gave an uncomfortable half laugh and turned away. I hated myself and sighed all the way home. When I got there, my mother added to my fire of uncomfort and asked …

We had the "how we got together" story that most couples would pay for. We had a decade together that was priceless. We had a breakup that has cost me everything.

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 should have known you were trouble from the first time we talked over the computer. Didn't think much of it cause then we stopped talking and then one day I got a phone call you was around. Every since October 22, 2012 we were all unseparable. You, me and your twin brother. I liked you and you thought you liked me, but you also liked him. First sleep over December 19, 2012 never forget the day I layed in bed with the opposite sex for the first time …

Come Home. Stop Cocaine. Couldn't Do.
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 …

As I left, he harshly spat at me, with more emotion than I had ever seen in him:
"I was going to ask you to marry me."
"I know," I said, and I did. I knew because he was the most transparent person in the world and not in a way that I liked. I knew because he thought it was the next step in life, like his parents and their parents before them: graduate high school, graduate college, get a job, get married, have kids. And because I knew …

After twenty years I still love my ex. I think more than my wife. Is this wrong?

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 …

“Everyone has an ex”? No, no really. Not everyone is so lucky in love. Or should it be unlucky? Seems a little presumptuous to me, but luckily, or unluckily enough, I do have an ex. Though, even that depends on how you define a relationship. Emotional connection? Didn’t really have one. Physical compatibility? Wouldn’t know; we never progressed past holding hands. Friendship? Not sure even that applies. We’ll chalk this one up to a learning experience.
My sophomore year …
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