BioJust here to release some of my creative energy. Some stories are based on my actual life and some are completely fiction. I'll leave it up to your imagination to decide which is which.
My First Date Since My Split
The dry, bubbly champagne made its way down my throat. My nerves were trying to creep in, so I decided to quiet them with a drink. My confidence isn't what it used to be; being in a relationship for over three years makes you lose some of that. Luckily, I had at least shaved my legs and underarms a day ago. That was a nightmare. Imagine a vacant house, whose poor lawn was never maintained; that's how I felt. I had lost all my drive to keep myself looking pretty; that's what unhappiness will do to you. My fingernail polish was chipped, my roots were growing in, and any where hair would grow, it just kept growing because I just didn't care to shave. I always joked that I am a hippie at heart, and it is true to an extent. But the reality of it all is I just let myself go. I didn't have anyone to impress, and I was so over my relationship that I quit caring to impress him as well.
Breakfast with the Ex (Part 1)
There we are. Sitting in silence. Me trying to hold my anger in, shoveling waffles stuffed with eggs and cheese into my mouth. I was hoping that would keep me from blurting, "You're an ass" across the table. I swirled my blueberry compote around my plate; I wondered how many people thought my food choice was odd. This is my life right now. Sitting across from my ex/roommate/baby daddy, I realized what an odd situation I was in.