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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 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 …

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 believe in being happy and content, so there for I am Contappy...

This girl was so scared of marrying a responsible man that was serving his country in the Air Force. After she found out she was going to Japan with him she wasn't sure about her decision to marry him. After thinking she decided to marry him, but here's the real kick of the story. While she was planning the wedding she was also getting to close to this one guy just trying to be her support through the wedding. She decides to pro-sue him before and even after she marries …

"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 …

My ex abused and tormented me for over a year. I wouldn't consider him my ex, maybe the term monster who controlled me for way to long, would suffice. When you hear the phrase "what doesn't kill you makes you stronger", you tend to think that simply because something didn't put you in your grave that you should learn from it. What if your situation is so dark that there's no way to find light in a lesson in your hard times? The unbelievable things done to me by this …

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 …

Imagine a party, music bumping, people dancing and having fun. A mysterious and sexy figure stands in the back.
I hit it off with him. We both loved all the same music, t.v. shows, etc. He and I ended up exchanging numbers at the end of the night and meeting up the next day. One thing led to another and we were dating a few weeks later. Absolutely amazing. Poster children for a perfect cute couple.
But we rarely saw each other. Then I moved about another hour away from …

An entire year of false accusations and arguing. Constant breaking up and getting back together. Screaming till i couldnt hear my words come out anymore.Being mad at me for things i couldn't control, or for doing something that you did to.Too many apologies, no lessons learned. constant disagreements and one too many scars added to my terribly cracked and wounded heart.Still wondering why your an EX and not current? They say that people with trust issues are usually the ones that cant be truseted, you were a perfect POINT PROVEN! …

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 …
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