The 4th of July is my favorite holiday. I’m sure you don’t hear (read) that very often, but for me, it’s true. I love how it brings people together (and by people, obviously I mean us Americans). It’s the one day out of the year that we can put aside our differences- political, personal, et al- and enjoy the day for what it is; a celebration of freedom and of our country.
But that’s not even the best part. Continue reading
When you are in a relationship with someone for some time, you are going to create lasting memories together, but what happens to those memories when the relationship is no more? They still exist, but how are we supposed to remember them: with feelings of fondness, indifference, spite…? Is there a rule? Continue reading
Today marks 6 years since the worst day of my life. On this day in 2011, I was raped at knife point by a man who made my life a living hell for months prior. On this day every year, I can’t help but feel sorrowful. I tend to have panic attacks, I cry a lot, sometimes, I can’t even bring myself to leave the house, and I hate it all. I hate that he has had that kind of impact on my life. I hate that I constantly look over my shoulder when I’m alone. I hate that I don’t trust people as much as I used to. I hate Continue reading
I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.
When it first began, everything was new and exciting. A week in: we shared our first kiss. Months in: I told you that I loved you. Years in: you became the person I wanted to spend my life with. We went through hell and back, but decided to work through our shit and be there for one another. It wasn’t until things ended that I really saw our relationship for what it was: I loved you and you took it for granted. Continue reading
I’m writing out my life in a timeline, so to experience my story the way its supposed to be told, start at I Was That Girl In School… then proceed chronologically by post date.
The day following Boyfriend and my breakup, I met up with the Bloke during lunch to fill in the blanks of what happened. After numerous apologies from him saying he felt guilty of what he had caused, I assured him that my relationship had been over way before the night prior; I was just too blind to see it.
He began to empathize with me, telling me that he and his wife had been rather distant and that he had wanted to talk to her about it, but couldn’t find the words. Continue reading
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