As soon as Ronnie and I pulled into the driveway, I saw a vehicle with Massachusetts plates. My immediate thought was, fuck.
Till Death Do Us Part…or Something Like That
Till death do us part…Ayup. Marriage is indeed a death sentence. It’s time spent doing all you can to restrain yourself from choking your spouse. I kid, but really… We celebrated eight years this past Tuesday. Even though I joke about murdering him, I still have dreams of losing him to random things like time, space, death, or someone prettier,… Read More
Something Wicked Is What I Need Indeed
“You don’t know what you’re doing and suddenly it’s done…it evolves out of your own life and night scares.”
Just A Basic Bitch Waitin’ On Those Fireballs
I’ve been out of the cult for a total of twenty-four combined years. I left the second time in 2005, so one might think, “it’s been fifteen years since leaving again, lighten up.” I wish I could but something always triggers the panic. Then I realized, that for me, my inner tumult was being stirred by social media.
There’s no hand sanitizer or toilet paper in my house
I have faith that this too shall pass…eventually. And when it does people will remember the kindness, the long-distance smiles, and the clean hand waves.
When The Sex Isn’t Good
I know. It’s Valentines Day weekend. The sex should be amazing, that is if you’re having any, but what if you’re not? What if you see something that triggers some awful memories?
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