Kris Berg
Bio
Midwesterner, writer, lover of coffee.
Stories (6/0)
The Emotional Labor of the Unfaithful Partner
Jake and I had been college sweethearts, falling in love while kayaking on the Lower McKenzie river. He was everything one wanted in a boyfriend when they’re young and reckless: sassy, popular, an amazing athlete, fun. Our dates were running rapids on the various rivers in the Cascades, longboarding followed by beers and pizza at our favorite dive bar on 13th Avenue, and climbing nearby mountains to gaze at the stars on Mt Pisgah. He proposed to me in front of a beautiful old cathedral while we were backpacking in Rotterdam the summer after my junior year, and we planned to get married the summer after I graduated.
By Kris Bergabout a year ago in Confessions
To The Manic Depressives I've Loved
There’s a type. There’s always a type. You have a type. I have a type. We all have types of people we entangle in our lives, that we hold until they’ve beaten us to a pulp, leaving us gasping and brutalized with their passion, hurting but craving for more.
By Kris Berg3 years ago in Confessions