Since jealousy and compersion are opposite emotions, a lot of people think they are mutually exclusive – that you either feel one or the other about any given person or event. But I know from experience you can feel both almost simultaneously. Tonight is the perfect example. Brad (the father of my child and life … [Read more…]
I just remembered Brad’s on a date with a new woman. He’s been gone almost three hours now, and I just realized it. I consider that progress. In the past I’ve been anxious from the moment he starts getting ready to the moment he tells me the whole story the next day. But little by … [Read more…]
I’ve always hated movies that end with star-crossed lovers breaking up for no apparent reason, like The Break-Up. Jennifer Aniston and Vince Vaughn clearly still love each other in this final scene, but because they can’t agree the on stupid little things, like who should do the dishes or whether or not to put a … [Read more…]
I just spent the morning reading about how orgasms are the fountain of youth – but not just any orgasms. Women need cervical orgasms. According to sex and relationship coach Kim Anami, cervical orgasms are the Holy Grail of orgasms. “The clitoris is a good warmup, but it was never meant to be the end … [Read more…]
Brad said he wanted me to move out this morning. It’s about the dozenth time he’s played this game, so I have little doubt he’ll change his mind in the next 24 hours, but this time I’m going to call his bluff. Ever since my friend Amy gave me the good advice of calling Ben’s … [Read more…]
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Brad just disappeared, after we’ve been fighting all day. I’m trying not to care, and my not caring act almost feels genuine. I mean why the fuck would I care? Where could he possibly be that it would matter? He’s home now, I think, and I’m almost disappointed he’s back. Maybe he isn’t. Doesn’t matter. … [Read more…]
I guess it basically comes down to fear. Fear of the unknown. Fear of losing the familiar. Fear of hurting him. Fear of being alone. Fear of hurting my daughter. Fear of losing my identity. Fear of freedom. Because, my friend was right – it’s easier to be a slave. I’m a really well-treated slave… … [Read more…]