Anonymous

I never expected to fall in love with my best friend, but I’m so glad I did.

I land in Toronto for my brief layover and I have an urgent message of my girlfriend waiting on Facebook.  She is crying hysterically and saying to call her right away, which I do.

You are the bad karma he has earned.

Lately, the only lasting issues I’ve had from my “Daddy issues” stem from the ones society seems to have with them.

The “no means no” talk definitely doesn’t always apply in the confines of a lot of relationships.

The last thing I can remember is being downstairs, and getting called into the living room once again for the dreaded lecture.

We never seemed to run out of things to talk about, and we couldn’t keep our hands off each other.

You didn’t reply because you had expected you’d see me this weekend anyway. You’d just text me on Friday night. Right?

I have had one relationship where we cuddled, went on dates, kissed, and did lots of other things, but never had “real” sex. And that was fine with both of us.

Last spring I split up with my long-term boyfriend, and embarked on journey of debauchery and shame over the summer. Filth was the name I gave to my first proper one-night stand (for obvious reasons), and he certainly changed my entire…

You are wondering why I can’t break up with someone I don’t love anymore, and, honestly, so am I.

For whatever reason, I have always been the girl that guys talk to. Like really talk to.