He was a cute, funny, overall good guy…. at least so I thought.
It’s a horribly fucked up thing to admit, but: I’m ashamed to be a woman.
I love you, but I think we can both agree that we were both unhappy and that we just couldn’t go on the way we were.
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.
“What are you all doing on this plane at the same time?”
“You’re about to find out,” she said.
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.