Listen. I just want to buy a bra without your pervy boyfriend creeping me out.
1. I enjoy watching Sunday Night Football rather than Keeping Up With the Kardashians.
Until it’s completely shattered.
I realized the other night, when we drank at the local bar and grille, you habitually drive drunk. Not buzzed, nor tipsy, but drunk.
I am never again going to let some mean boy make me feel like crap because he was “just teasing.”
He answered the call. He answered the call while I was lying naked underneath him.
He’s married now – to the tall, skinny, beautiful girl from Africa. They are having a baby.
I think in general, as a society, we are failing to understand one another.
I didn’t want to keep our moments alive any longer. I just wanted the hurt to stop. It almost worked, until I received a phone call two months ago.
I clicked the link and it brought up a list of every post my husband had ever made.