If I really air my concerns I am admitting to not just you but to myself that I am prepared to accept our demise. But if it means I protect my boy, then I will sadly part ways.
Here is my “Carrie Bradshaw” Sex and the City over dramatic monologue on why we might not work. Continue reading “A Letter I Will Send: Dear J,”
Love. Some days I think “What a stupid word” and some days I think “What a beautiful word”
Now, after learning that love isn’t some magical cure all thing, it doesn’t save a broken marriage, it doesn’t move mountains, it’s not little cupids floating around, its not roses and pretty hearts. Love looks nothing like Valentine’s day.
Love is hideous. Continue reading “Love is Gross”
This is the day I thought my life was beginning.
As I remember it, I was trying to act like it was no big deal but on the inside I was excited. I woke up in my bed at my parents house, for what I was sure was the last time. Continue reading “May 2, 2009”