It’s 4 in the morning. My body doesn’t feel like mine anymore. I’ve been up that long, trying to make the most out of every last minute I have with you, since I won’t see you for a few months.
We leave for the airport at the last minute. I’m taking the red eye back home. » Read more
“How are you doing?” I say.
“Honestly, I’m scared,” he says.
“Scared?” I say. “I promise I don’t bite.”
“Not without permission anyway.”
“I just don’t know how to process any of it,” he says. “I’m in love with a married woman.”
“Oh, » Read more
She’s been pushed too far. Way too many times. And what she wants more than anything is for you to wait.
All she wants is time to make up her mind. Enough so that she can really sort through and consider her feelings. Enough to make sure this is what she wants. Moving too quickly in the past has led to buyer’s remorse. » Read more
“I heard you broke up,” she says.
“You okay?” she asks.
“Honestly, I’ve been better,” I say. “But I’m getting by.”
“Maybe it’s too soon to ask this, but is there anything I should know?”
“Anything that you should know?” I say. It takes a second for it to dawn on me. » Read more
It had been a long emotional night. Yet another fight with Seth.
It wasn’t just that we were arguing again. No, it was worse than a repeat. The negativity had gone to a whole new level.
“I used to love you before you became such a bitch,” he said.
I’ve Learned You Don’t Argue with Someone Who Is Insulting You
I learned a long time ago that you don’t argue with someone who is insulting you. » Read more
My phone buzzes. I glance at the lock screen. And immediately sigh.
My newly ex-boyfriend has posted another status. Something about sports. Inscrutable to those who don’t possess encyclopedic knowledge of various plays. Codified like a comparative analysis of chess openings. Not my language.
And what am I doing looking at this status anyway? » Read more
We’ve all been there. Driving down the road. Minding your own damn business. Just trying to get where you need to go — when the check engine light comes on.
It could be anything. Something easy to fix like a loose gas cap. Or it could be something far more serious. » Read more
“I love you,” Skyspook said. “And that’s why if you go back there, back to that house, this relationship is over.”
“Yeah,” Seth said. “You’re not going back there.”
I’d just gotten done telling them (my husband and boyfriend) and two of our friends — Crock and Hilda — about an unfortunate incident with my other partner Rob. » Read more
The last few weeks, I’ve been playing a lot with my Retro Pie, reliving my childhood one game at a time. The future is basically amazing. It’s been interesting playing games again as an adult. Some games seem more difficult, others less. But it’s more or less the same experience, except for one thing: On an emulator, » Read more
I am, as I’ve said, merely competent. But in an age of incompetence, that makes me extraordinary.
There were no formerly heroic times, and there was no formerly pure generation. There is no one here but us chickens, and so it has always been: A people busy and powerful, » Read more