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You tell me how much you love me and want to spend the rest of your life with me, but then your conscience creeps up on you and you run as fast as you can in the other direction.

You sprint back, promising it will be all it was before and more, better than before, because you know what you want now and you’ll never leave me again.

I give you another chance, we have a great weekend, and then things spiral downward until the cycle repeats…because we’re trapped in it.


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May you be ignored whenever you text someone.

May you thanklessly plunge toilets, purge refrigerators, and scrub spit out of sinks among other things that aren’t your responsibility.

May a shark pursue you in open water every day for the rest of your life.


This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: Invent 3 new curses OR 3 new blessings.

Females are strong as hell

Things are hard – harder than they’ve been in ages.

But I’m patient, I’m dedicated, and I’m not giving up.

When people ask me how I got through these years I’ll tell them, It was my deep inner strength, and they won’t believe me but I’ll smile at them anyway because at least I know it’s true.


This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: What are your favorite tools? Tell us in 3 lines. 

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Right now the agony of knowing we don’t have a future outweighs whatever it is I could cherish as a wonderful memory of our 50 months together.

The anger that you let me believe for 50 months that we might have forever eclipses all the rest, and sadly makes me wonder whether I would have been better off if I’d never even met you.

I don’t want to have to hate you, and I don’t want to forget you, but I want to be able to go forward without wanting to go back, and I can’t do that if I … Read the rest

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Like it or not, four years ago I thought I had my last first kiss and now I hope like hell that I was wrong and I didn’t.

Like it or not, I thought you were the one, but no one who loves me as much as I want to be loved would treat me the way you treated me, would they?

Like it or not, I have to do this all over again with someone else, and every man I meet I am going to compare to you, and I’m going to wish you just could have been different…just … Read the rest

I heard that they tried as hard as they could but he just couldn’t let go of the past.

I heard that they tried as hard as they could but she was too insecure and jealous.

I heard it took them too long to figure out that no matter how much you love someone and want to make it work, life isn’t fair, and love is never enough.


This was written in response to Maya Stein’s Tri-Writing prompt: In 3 lines, start a rumor. 

You should have taught us about debt and why we shouldn’t start using credit cards upon graduating high school when all those offers come in the mail, you should have taught us how and why it’s so important to vote in local elections, you should have at the very least taught us how to change a fucking tire.

You should have taught us to save more money and why it’s important to take better care of our teeth, how to file our taxes, and choose insurance without being swindled; you shouldn’t have sent us out into the world until we … Read the rest

Mix one part of staying home from work with taking two small naps and laying on the couch all day eating candy and junk food.

Blend well with exactly one gallon of tears and approximately 50 text messages to your best friend, without much comfort returned despite her trying, and then stir in a viewing of Bridget Jones’s Diary because she makes you feel better about yourself and more hopeful for life in general.

Apply liberally to the skin as often as necessary, take extra time to rub harder on the places where you’ll miss his touch the most – … Read the rest

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The way you call me “babe”, the way you kiss the tip of my nose, how your left arm is always extended across the bed for me to curl into your side, how you hold me so my face is pressed into your chest and one of my hands rests between your naked thighs, how you rub my back so slow and gentle, how I feel so completely at peace in your arms in this bed.

How I don’t have to ask for you to take out the garbage or get the coffee pot ready for tomorrow, how you never … Read the rest

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Washing the black VW Bug in the driveway on a hot summer day with gray, sudsy water pouring down my arms, my squeals of delight when my grandpa sprayed me with the hose.

Sitting on the dirty top of the work table in his greenhouse while he potted geraniums to sell to coworkers and neighbors, the feel of his hands over mine when he showed me how far down to press the seeds into the soil.

Hearing his breath hard and fast in my ear while he ran beside me holding onto the back of my bicycle, and that whooping … Read the rest