Relapse.

He smells like my deepest fantasies dipped in napalm and set ablaze. I'm honestly dumbfounded when he smiles at me. It's a gut punch that makes me smile reactively, no matter how mad I am at him for the knots he's tied me into. I want him so much I can't sleep. There's no way…

Not another first date.

I'd seriously considered hand picking the weirdos again. That was moderately entertaining and made for some hilarious reading to go back to when I'm feeling lonely. I kept trying to force myself to shift gears into dating or making some semblance of an effort to stop the eternal comparison between He-whom-I-want-so-badly and Mr. whoever is…

30 Days of Truth, Day 26

Day 26 — Have you ever thought about giving up on life? If so, when and why? Someone close to me committed suicide when I was in high school. David hung out with us and was really close to my ex-husband. He waved goodbye one day as we left for lunch, went home and shot himself.…

30 Days of Truth, Day 22

Day 22 — Something you wish you hadn’t done in your life. It was 2003 and I'd sent my dad a Christmas package with a quilt I'd sewn him. We'd baked cookies, made marshmallows, granola, canned treats from my garden. You name it. It was the overachiever package I'd always wanted to send my deadbeat dad.…

Cravings

I've been doing really well lately, dusting myself off and swallowing the lump in my throat. But. Something changes when you get hit in the heart by something incredible. I've been used to stupid. Cheaters are a bore at this point. You have to get up awfully early in the morning to disappoint me after…