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When one is in the seventh grade, one doesn't question the affection of boys. If they show any interest in you, other than an object to torment and throw empty milk cartons at, it is mysterious and true, and should be taken on faith and hope. Faith and hope, perhaps, was something my 13 year old self had just a little too much of.
He was too tall for our age, and wider than two of me. He always seemed to lurch his way down the one hallway at my …

It sounds cliche' but when he walked in the door that first day and gave me the look it really was like no one else existed. No one warned me about him. About all the lies and damage he would do to my life, and really to me.
He began to make sure that he was always where I was a slowly but surely worked his way in. It started with calls to out work when he wasn't there. Then he …

I'm in the most wonderful relationship and I wonder if it would upset her to know that I still love my ex? Not in a wanting-to-be-with-him kind of loving, but I will always love him. And I'm the one who left. And he will never ever forgive me.
We built a baby together, but then he found that he couldn't be nice to that new person and then he couldn't be nice to me. And after thirteen years I called it and he said "you never gave me a …

Corvette Likes, Bling Bling Whets Appitite.

He was my first boyfriend. Of course, I was head over heals in love with him. I thought we were the perfect couple. But I had no clue about what was going on in his head. Turns out he was never into me. Here's how I found out:

He only ever treated me like a friend. I was fine with that. I liked him way too much. But later on, I was fed up with it. I decided to dump him because he would never show any affection.
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It took twenty seven years of marriage a lot of money in therapy to figure out six words.

You say…
you’ve been
Hurt, Misled, Snubbed
But you forget
It was
You
Who
Became
Secluded, Distant, Quiet

And I wondered
Was it
I
who
made
You
the Man
Or…
You are?

Miffed
by
the
Perplexities
of
the
Human mind

Emotion
Less

Logical
You say
Not knowing
No longer wanting
Pushed away
Far!

Ain’t got
Time
Patience
Love
for
All
Everything
You say.

I was young, stupid, and listened to people that were also young and stupid. They said I should be married, that I was growing older by the second, and that I was going to be an old maid before I knew it. I was a fool and took their words to heart. I embraced fear and settled with someone that really wasn't ready to get married. Were I to not have pushed so hard, I would have found that this person would never have made it …

Hard to come up with anything new, isn't it? Fall in love, think she's perfect, throw your heart away. Then find out eight years later she's spent the last year screwing somebody else behind your back and lying about it every night. Throw her out, fall apart, thank god for good friends who keep the razors away, start breathing again. Then start it all over again. Wonder if any of them will have a happy ending?

When we started dating, our dates were what most people would consider to be typical. We would go the bar, get drunk munchies, make our way to find some food, and then go to his place to have loud and amazing sex. In the beginning, the restaurants varied. We ended up at Taco Bell, sometimes Wendy’s, occasionally Subway, but most frequently National Coney Island.

When we went to the Coney Island, my ex would joke that I was “in for a special treat” …

She left.I found. Much happier.

When we started dating, our dates were what most people would consider to be typical. We would go the bar, get drunk munchies, make our way to find some food, and then go to his place to have loud and amazing sex. In the beginning, the restaurants varied. We ended up at Taco Bell, sometimes Wendy’s, occasionally Subway, but most frequently National Coney Island.

When we went to the Coney Island, my ex would joke that I was “in for a special treat” …

Which would make him monsieur ix is a man much younger than i. don't mistaken me for one second, i adore this man. and i believed him when he said it for me also. but i dunno, 'lucy got some splainin to do'. when a man does not know how to make love to 'the sexiest woman he's ever met' or better yet when the passion is not leading the night, something ain't right. why bother calling, emailing, texting, smoke signals or otherwise contacting your ex …

We met in college and dated for a few months, then moved in together just before graduation. We got married a year later, and surprised our folks at Christmas with framed copies of the marriage license, so they'd know we were no longer "living in sin".

After four years, we divorced. Although it was very difficult to do, it was for the best. We had nothing in common and were too young to know that we were too young to be in a relationship, let alone be married.
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My True Life Story includes my soon to be ex husband whom after knowing him for 20 yrs. and married for 15 yrs. tried to kill me by slowly drugging me. One night I woke up to find him blowing smoke in my face after pushing my hair in my face! I was already sick and the dr. gave me something for a severe virus and I was combating hypothyroidism. He took pics. of me w/cell camera and I remember begging him to stop! I couldn't …

I had always been curious about string quartets, and my chance came when I got to McGill, which had a
chamber music society. But my all-Canadian housemates discouraged me: "All those violins--it's a bunch of
cats howling. We're going to the Canadiens-Maple Leafs game. C'mon, Yank--we'll teach you about hockey."
They were good guys, so I went along. They knew how broke I was, so they always paid for the tickets, and
anyway, they had convinced me that it was shameful for someone from Boston …

Things may appear funnier in my rear view.

My ex or as most of us say "ugh, that mistake" is one of those people that rooted his self a spot in my memory. In the beginning of "The End" I was hurt, confused, sad and hateful. I eventually grew to love him in a deeper way for even as an ex he was one of the most influential people in my life. He was not only a lover, and hater but he was one of my "life's" teachers. He made me strong and when I was down he …

We were young. We were head over heals for each other. And the eight months we spent together, which doesn't seem like a long time but to me is quite the accomplishment, seemed to fly by. Everything was perfect. We were always happy. We were always excited to see each other. I lived an hour away. He was always charming and smooth. Knew just what to say in any given situation to make my heart melt a little. I was suddenly a believer of love. I felt good. I felt …

The Karma Ideal


Please, please let me begin by telling you a few things. I really must insist. The sex? It wasn’t ever really that good, but let’s face it, ladies, was it when you were twenty-one? To my recollection- which is admittedly vague given that sober sex was a distant second to the other option- it was just about the fucking. There was no “discovery” or “gspot” or “xspot” or “the move”. Just getting railed. What did I know? …
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