It starts innocently enough, or so it seems. Cute guy, button down shirt, eyes that melt you. Couldn’t get any more cliché, right?
I thought that maybe it was me. I started believing that maybe I wasn’t pretty enough or funny enough or smart enough.
I agree; sleeping with two different guys is not something to brag about. It isn’t something I am proud of.
If you have a strong desire to cheat, remember that you are not trapped in your relationship.
I find pieces of her inside your mouth.
After all, he’s the one who’s cheating and lying. It’s none of your business.
It wasn’t easy to tell you that I couldn’t anymore. In fact it was the hardest thing I’d ever had to do.
Beware the significant other who protects his or her phone like a fortress
This is how it feels to be cheated on. Your whole damn world, your happiness, the thing (person) getting you through life being ripped away. Sick. Physically sick.
Love accepts and embraces. Love doesn’t judge; it doesn’t own. Self-loathing judges and owns. Ego judges and owns. Love, well, loves.