Although I appreciate the enthusiasm from strangers and the concern from family members, it becomes exhausting after nine months of the same conversation time and time again. Especially when what I really want to say is what I don’t.
It’s all too easy to get caught up in the mundane routine of work life. Wake up, go to work, collapse on the couch and go to bed. It gets old quick.
He would tell me that he had told the girl – his mistress – that he didn’t want this marriage.
I’ve been and still am in an emotionally abusive relationship. For women in similar situations, please know you aren’t alone.
Those times we were together were magic for me. But when we were apart, I almost lost my mind because of your indifference, and how loudly your silence screamed that you just didn’t care.
You are not defined by your past.
Things got worse. Every bad memory about my ex came back. I didn’t want to get hurt again.
The other day, I was explaining to my friend that I couldn’t go to her party; when pressed as to why, I explained with levity: “Well… it has something to do with my horoscope.”
I don’t regret my choice, I have never felt demeaned, and I see a need to tell those who are still doubting what a different attitude could lead to.
No. I will not accept your apology. Not over Facebook. We need to start, as a generation, owning up to our mistakes, without Facebook and start learning how to owning it ourselves.