I've been trying to write something for a week or two now, but haven't been able to find the most graceful way to say it. I’ve written draft after draft of the same story, hoping that my bitterness and anger would eventually fade out of the narrative and leave something witty, poignant, and sharp. After a few drafts, I gave up hope for a bit and decided maybe I just needed time. If you’ve been around me or seen me on social media the last few days, you’ve probably heard me talking about th[...]
My ex-boyfriend and I had been dating a year when his parents decided to come down to California to spend a week on the beach. I spent a lot of time at their beach house, getting to know the family I would soon be a part of (sooner than I knew at the time - at least, that was the plan anyway - obviously it worked out well). Anyway, after work every day I would go down to visit. I played games on the beach with his brothers and dad, shopped with his mom, and ate delicious food that they all cook[...]
Turns out I’m not as good at keeping promises to myself as I thought I would be. I did it again. You know what I’m talking about; The Thing. Okay, but before you shake your head at me or roll your eyes (ugh, honestly I would do that if I were you, too), let me explain. I’ve been really good lately. Minding my own business on social media, avoiding all things (and all people) who could tie me back to him in any way. The only thing I’ve obsessively stalked lately on Instagram is New York[...]
I did The Thing. You know, the one thing you are not supposed to do after you break up with someone. Okay, let me start off with this disclaimer: I know it’s been almost a year (HOLY COW) since my infamous break up, and I swear I’m not harping. I’ve actually kept pretty quiet about all of the events that have happened in the last few months involving my ex and all of the drama that unfolded, and I’ll stick to being vague about those things (because what would Audrey Hepburn or Taylor S[...]