What has affected my level of happiness or quality of life is the ways in which I feel I am supposed to feel about being single — which is guilty.
Show your friends and your family members that you care.
Do you remember the first time you told me you loved me? I remember every single time you told me you loved me.
We both didn’t like to use the word “rape,” because saying it out loud would unleash a reality we weren’t equipped to face.
I was forced to face reality: we were a secret, we were not allowed, I was a mistress, he was a cheater.
Mindfulness made me realize that I’m ok without him, and I might even be better off without him.
When I was three months into my first “real” job, I was living the highs and lows of being an assistant and making a sincere attempt at adulthood (or “adulting” as we’ve chosen to label the act of being out…
So, imagine a world where this isn’t okay. Where friends don’t do this to friends.
Does guilt seep in at all when you think about what you’ve done? Does it matter at all that you’ve shattered someone?
The tears I’ve cried could fill a swimming pool—and for years, I thought it would be easier to just hold my breath at the bottom.