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“Oh, you know how middle children are.”
“He’s just acting like a firstborn.”
“Well, she’s an only child, so…”
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve heard something like the above. Birth order theory, the idea that people’s personalities vary depending on their order of birth within their family, » Read more
It’s been interesting preparing for a cross-country move on a short timeframe. My partner Justin and I have been thrust into a variety of cooperative tasks. And while we’ve lived together for eight years and have even run a business together, the very nature of fixing up our house (so we can sell it quickly and for a good listing price) and packing on such a tight time frame has given me opportunities to understand him and his thought processes in a novel way. » Read more
Jazz ballads are typically very sad. Full of longing. Unrequited love.
As such, they were a perfect frame for my teenage years.
Surrounded by prettier girls who always seemed to have more luck than I did in dating, I was a dirty secret backup plan for them. The gay tryst in darkness. » Read more
Two of my friends are forever being asked if they are dating. They aren’t. But they did once. It didn’t work out, mostly because what they want out of romantic relationships really isn’t compatible. They tried to make it work, but it just didn’t. They couldn’t change enough to each be happy dating the other. » Read more
I started watching a new show while Justin was off in Dallas for the weekend, one of the earliest trips he made there, interviewing for a new position. It was a show that had popped up in his Netflix queue as “recommended.” Mostly, I think, because I sometimes watch shows under his user profile instead of remembering to flip it over to mine. » Read more
“I really worry about you,” she said. “You’re so insecure. So in need of reassurance. So weak.”
I blinked my eyes twice in slow motion, feeling a wave of shock wash over me. True, I’ve always been a sensitive person. This wasn’t the first time in my life someone had said something like this to me. » Read more
“Ugh,” I say. “I’m never going to get everything ready in time.” I’m standing in a house that’s perhaps half-finished its renovations. I’m about three-quarters packed. There’s about a week and a half left before everything needs to be done. And I’m starting to panic.
As I stand there, beginning to freak out, » Read more
They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had.
And add some extra, just for you.
But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats, » Read more
I’m currently prepping for a move from Ohio to Texas. There’s a lot to be done logistically since I have had to prepare my house here for sale — and as quickly as possible.
A lot of friends were really surprised by what I did first. They presumed the very first thing I’d do is pack up the house. » Read more
I’m not the kind of person who yells when I’m angry.
I have a long fuse. It takes a lot to get me riled up.
And typically, my first instinct when I’m upset with a partner is simply to talk to them about it. Keeping a level tone of voice but choosing my words carefully. » Read more
