But I love you.

You are supposed to be here today. Meeting my family. Being as amazing as I thought you were. I loved you, I love you still, but you are a mere figment of my imagination. Or were you actually whom you seemed to be. A bad decision? A bad kid that entrapped you. Either way you... Continue Reading →

This time

Every other relationship I've had, well nearly, when it ended I thought, "what is so wrong with me that they couldn't love me." But this time... This time I wonder what is so wrong with me that I keep getting guys that aren't good. Look the hobbit was amazing most of the time. Are there... Continue Reading →

I’m not ok

I hope you know you'll pull through this. NO I actually don't know that I'll pull through this. My heart feels like it was dumped in a paper shredder. I'm sorry that I'm too much for you guys to handle, but apparently, I'm not as strong as you think I am. "it was only 5... Continue Reading →

It’s worse.

It's so much worse to be the one that ends it. At least it is when the reason comes out of the blue and you were completely caught unaware. When one day you are lying happily on bed, with your head on their chest dreaming of a future together, and then in a few words... Continue Reading →

MIDNIGHT THOUGHTS

Does he miss me, even a little?Did this week hurt as bad for him as it did for me?Would he ever have told me?Am I the largest idiot on the face of the planet?Will anyone ever actually love me?Did he love me, just not trust me to not run away? (In this defense, I did... Continue Reading →

Back From the Grave

That's right, I'm reactivating this biznatch. What's that. You've never been here before? Oh honey, go back, catch up and sit down, because I got a story to tell. Where have I been? Oh in Hell. Literally, where I work right now, the ac died. So it's hot. There's often methane leaks (smells like hell... Continue Reading →

what the fuck is wrong with men?

Explain to me how you can have so much in common with someone, have inside jokes,  Both seriously enjoy spending time together, and still not want anything to do with that person? Explain to me WHY a man you just had sex with would ask about if you had ever thought of another man.  A... Continue Reading →

The One with the Vienna Sausage

My friend Carole Blair called me up the other day and was on the edge of tears.  Now readers, don't think she was sad.  She was angry, she was fighting mad.  She had done it.  Finally.  She'd told him off.  That fucker that had broken her rib, that had damn near broken her leg.  Him.... Continue Reading →

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