It’s happy hour at the bar with Skyspook’s coworkers. I’m his designated driver and feeling a bit out of place as a plus one. Most of the people there I’m meeting for the first time, and they’re nice enough, so I do my best to chat with them.
I’m relieved when Skyspook’s boss walks up to me since we’ve met in the past and talked before. » 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
“I’m really sorry I can’t be there,” I said to Skyspook, hugging him goodbye at the door. He looked so good in his tuxedo that I didn’t really want to let him go.
“Me, too,” he said. “I’ll text you though. Have a great time.”
“You, too,” I said, as he stepped out the door. » Read more
“So I ran into someone you know while I was at the mall today,” my roommate Noah said.
“Oh yeah?” I said. “Who?”
He said the name of a theater director I knew. A friend of a close friend.
“Nice,” I said. “How’s he doing anyway? I haven’t talked to him in ages.” » Read more
War on Christmas Lady
I can hear her coming down the hall, talking to someone on her cell phone as she walks into the office suite.
“All this so-called gender stuff hurts kids. I read that some kindergartner decided their gender was ‘tractor’ and I’m supposed to respect that?”
She doesn’t know I can hear her, » Read more
PQ 13.2 — If I feel a desire to restrict relationships between my partners and their partners, what underlying need am I trying to meet?
I used to spend a lot of time when I was a kid thinking about magic. It was all the rage in middle school especially. » Read more
PQ 13.1 — How do I encourage decision-making participation by all my partners? In what ways do I show my partners they are empowered?
You know. It’s funny. For the longest time, I really felt that it was possible to fix something — anything, really — if I only just worked hard enough. » 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