INT. ROBBY'S BEDROOM – EVENING

Can I ever be enough?

I admit it: I am a huge fan of the show My 90 Day Fiancé, and so is my husband. Every Sunday and Monday nights, we are hooked on this show. The rest of the week, we like to mimic and make fun of the cast couples. It entertains us so much that we even watch the reruns on Fridays.

The one that got away? Is that real? Did they actually "get away," or did we let them get away? Did we have a choice in the matter, or is “fate” actually a real thing?

This is Addam, with two “Ds.” He and I were in the Army together in 2005 to 2006, stationed in Ft. Riley, Kansas. I didn’t really get to know him until several, several months after joining Bravo Company (🐠—that’s a barracuda). Eventually, we’re all (Bravo) going out and drinking together.

I recently joined a very exclusive club. Now I know I shouldn't be talking about it, but since I didn't sign any non-disclosure agreements or official secrets documents I'm going to go out on a limb and out myself and the rest of our club. Find your secret decoder ring, it’s in that shoe box under your bed, and keep reading below.

Have you ever been inspired to help someone with a disability, or support an agency or group advocating for a disability?

I often wonder what it would be like if I stayed by your side, if we never broke up. My apartment felt empty the minute you left, and I stuffed your portion of the bed with silence and alcohol.

If you’re an active adult, you’re bound to recognize the value of a good night’s sleep. At the very least, you’re likely familiar with the consequences of a not-so-great night’s sleep—you toss and turn at night, and everything is thrown off-balance. You’re crankier. You’re less productive at work. You’re more easily frustrated by the “little things.”

She lowers her copy of 'The Immortal Life of Henrietta Lacks' and sees I am daunted, lost, nervous, and facing the spiky shrew that is my own pride. She smiles at me. It is the direct look-you-in-the-eyes sort of smile, which, in a single moment says; I see you. I know you.

Single friends, I am sure you hate this as much as I do. We all have asked the question, hoping for an original, heart-enlightening response; They respond with, "Well, when you know, you know."

This may be a series on my page about just the bullshit these guys will say and how they will try to fool you. I have done three posts about fake daddies already but they keep coming up with new things to try to fool women.

In the world of sugar, there are several names or terms for fake daddies or wannabes. I'm here to clear up any confusion or questions. I will be using the term Splenda or salt a lot but some of this can be true for scammers too. A lot of girls prefer online and some of this can be used for that so take this advice and apply it to what you want. Let's dive in—we have a lot to cover.

So as I go through my journey as a sugar baby and as a friend to some babies, I will always learn more so I may write several posts about one topic. I wrote one post already to give you the basics about salt or fake daddies (Filthy: "Salt Daddies and Fakes").

Can I ever be enough?

“You are so selfish, so inconsiderate!”

Ideally, you were quite perfect for me. You’re a very kind person, honest, caring, smart, talented and honestly, intimidatingly good at everything. You made me feel very safe and comfortable very quickly. You made me laugh and always remembered to say things that would light up my mood all the time when we were still together. Until out of nowhere, I told you we were finished.

INT. ROBBY'S BEDROOM – EVENING

I recently saw a question on this website/chat group asking basically how upfront people can be, especially when it comes to dating and sex. This is something that is kind of complex. You can't say whatever you want, whenever you want. It's not that simple, because there is a time, place, and a way to say everything, you can't just blurt stuff out. There are some people who are sensitive.

Women are wonderful creatures who might drive guys crazy because of their behaviors and manners that make them be very, very addictive.

When I was 12 years old, I remember one of my greatest wishes was to fall in love with the perfect guy and get married by the time I was 20 years old. Coming from a family of 12 brothers and sisters, and being the youngest of the six girls, I was only following the examples I got from my older sisters. My mother brought us up with the conviction that a woman's role in this world was to find herself a good, hardworking, and loving guy, get married, have lots of children and live happily ever after.

I don't know if you've ever been through a divorce, maybe you have, maybe you haven't, but if you have you'll understand exactly what I mean when I say my divorce stole my voice.

Dear Ex-Husband,

I remember back as far as four and a half years old. Vivid memories of living in a basement apartment in North Denver, my Mom being on ADC and the County Nurse coming to visit and bringing a box filled with staples: rice, cheese, powdered eggs, milk, etc. I can still see the box on top of the table, way above my head. I can still feel the sensation of climbing up on the chair to look at all the goods being pulled from the box.

I was the second-born son out of three. I was the middle child. I grew up in an average, hard working, middle class family. I had a seemingly normal childhood. I was a B average student. I was a terrific athlete. I had a big dream of playing professional football. I had no doubt in my mind I was capable of doing so. I was confident, driven and motivated to accomplish my goal. I was an unstoppable force. I wanted to make my family proud. An unexpected football injury in high school would change the course of my life. I would become a victim of America's opioid epidemic. My addiction, however, would teach me the importance of family. I would also learn the power of unconditional love, which is something the world needs more of.

It has been a while since I have checked in and just given an update on my life. How is everyone doing? Obviously you can't respond to me (unless you reach out on Instagram! Don't forget to follow) on this platform but I hope those who read this are doing great. I have been doing great as well. Life keeps throwing the usual curveballs, but I've been doing a great job at catching them.

This is Addam, with two “Ds.” He and I were in the Army together in 2005 to 2006, stationed in Ft. Riley, Kansas. I didn’t really get to know him until several, several months after joining Bravo Company (🐠—that’s a barracuda). Eventually, we’re all (Bravo) going out and drinking together.

Let’s see. Living with your best friend may seem enticing, but it is not all that it is cracked up to be. Just as a quick note: Overall, living with my “bestie” was not bad, and I quite enjoyed it. The family that I lived with was quite generous letting me live there and all. Luckily for me, they also liked me before I lived with them, and somehow did not hate me during or after my time staying there. I was really worried that they would kick me out, because my family all liked to tell me how much of a mess I am and how I pretty well leave path of destruction and trash everywhere I go. However, I think that these comments, maybe true but also slightly hurtful, helped me become a good tenant. I constantly watched myself, and picks up the messes I left. Occasionally I am sure I forgot some things, but I tried my best.

You have probably heard from many people in your circle—mom, dad, teachers and peers—you are judged by the people you hang around. I heard it from my parents, and now, I repeat the same thing to my kids. While this might seem completely unfair and a bit “judgy,” this is actually more of a thing than you may realize. And, it’s not a new thing. Let me explain.

I recently joined a very exclusive club. Now I know I shouldn't be talking about it, but since I didn't sign any non-disclosure agreements or official secrets documents I'm going to go out on a limb and out myself and the rest of our club. Find your secret decoder ring, it’s in that shoe box under your bed, and keep reading below.

Her name is Nita. I’m not sure of the spelling but I saw her sign: “Stranded”. That’s all it said, and I felt compelled to sit next to her and ask her about it. She smiled obligingly and started to tell me about the circumstances that have left her stranded in Denver, Colorado and trying to get to Montana where land and life wait for her.

I don’t have a lot memories of what I thought about you growing up. As I got older, people would say things like, “If you don’t leave before you turn 21, you’ll never leave,” or “Go as far away as possible for college, leave the valley,” or “You’ll come back, everybody always comes back;" which were all extremely daunting for a 13 year old. I was pretty much scared shitless. Yet, here I am as a 21 year old who still lives with her parents back “home” and I promise I’m not shaking in my boots. I think everybody at one point or another not only wanted to leave, but had a plan to leave. Then reality hit them like a bus. I should say they just realized how much of a bitch you really were… and that’s putting it nicely. You’re a little behind the times, like seven to 12 years behind. So, the expectation from literally everyone is college right after high school. Which isn’t fine, because college isn’t for everyone. College can also get ridiculously expensive and take it from someone who has witnessed at least a quarter of their former classmates drop out of college or transfer to a college that was closer to you. So, why push people away just to pull them back? You know that’s toxic behavior, right? You give the option for someone to just leave, but that is expensive as fuck and you don’t really let people make good money while living here. The option to just work after high school might be entertained by few because the pressure of what everybody else their age seems to be doing or what older people think they should be doing is just as strong as it was when the youth was in high school, I highly doubt they’ll pick that option. A gap year? Unheard of and bullshit in your eyes. You’re called one of the most miserable places ever for a reason. You don’t allow any money to be made and the people who do have money use it in favor of those who have power and connections. Small businesses don’t stand a chance, making mom and pop stores hard to come by these days. Between crime and poverty, finding a good location for a new business is trying to find a needle in a haystack. Then trying to keep that business in business? Oof, seems almost impossible. You’re not what you used to be, which growth and change usually is a good thing and strongly encouraged. Except, you’re going backwards and down hill. I’m not sorry to be the one to break that information with you. Everybody knows it because it’s what everybody sees on a daily basis. Your schools aren’t safe; nowhere is safe. Gang activity is in your schools and on your streets everyday; it probably feels like a problem that has gotten out of hand and isn’t fixable anymore. A lot people feel like you’re a lost cause and people certainly are right to think that. Not only have you given up, the people around you have given up. You have potential, but nobody knows how to use it. The people that could help you have their heads too far up your ass, and the ones that do want to help don’t know where to start, or it’s too much money for them. You might’ve been great back in the day, but you aren’t anymore. You are filled with toxicity, close minded individuals, and just not good people all together. So, don’t get offended when I don’t want to be here. This is where I grew up, raised by amazing parents, and you’ve helped shape me in to who I am. You’ll always be my hometown, but you’ll never be my home. Oh, and for god’s sake, clean up your river.

Good day (I’m African, so we must greet first even in an article.). I was watching this Breakfast club conversation about trans gender people and the LGBTQ+ community surrounding it. The focus is on the transgender community within African Americans. I have to say it was informative, and broadened my views about the topic as I had always thought that having no problem with LGBTQ+ people was an okay stance on the topic, but that has been until now.

There are so many genders than we once realized, and people tend to judge. People who aren't cisgender are normal and deserve love and acceptance. Gender and sexuality are more fluid these days, they're just not understood or talked about openly for fear of judgment. I'm writing this blog to educate those who are uneducated or curious (or both). So let's get started.

Whenever a celebrity comes out on social media, it seems like the comments are divided into three types of responses.

It is commonly said by countless females who are T (Thinking) types that they struggled to fit in with other girls or women all throughout their lives. Why is this? I specifically want to look more in-depth at the INTJ female type and why she may feel especially feel alienated for the majority of her life. According to the website Caeer Planner, only 0.9% of women are truly INTJ's. Also, if you notice, most of the T types for females are less common. Here are five major reasons why I believe INTJ women will often times feel like they don't fit in to their gender.

We rooted, we cheered, we pleaded, but they still didn’t end up together. Welcome to MsMojo, and today we’re counting down our picks for the Top 10 Movie Characters That Should Have Been Couples.

I’m sure we have all heard a friend exclaim: “I’ve met my soulmate!” (Insert eye roll here). But have you ever wondered what that really means?

Peter and Fred boarded a plane six days after I arrived in Beijing. I was busying myself snapping photos at every turn, recording expenses and conversations, for the Travel feature. The sunlight slanted across my frequent haunt, the Palace Museum, in the early mornings of a beautiful spring. I satisfied my homesickness for Washington, D.C. by wandering through this temple to the arts. For the sake of the article, I’d also visited the typical tourist destinations of China, and was now preparing to tour various Buddhist temples in and around the city. I set out for Biyun Si, the Temple of the Azure Clouds. I never got to any temple beyond it.

Disaster; this is how 23 year old NYU art student Clara Reynolds feels tonight and her wryly long brown hair that is thrown in a messy bun is the first clue. Drowned in oversized clothing with period cramps stabbing her stomach, she could only manage to sprawl out on her couch in front of the TV. Her studio apartment smells of pure muliebrity instead of the ink smell that Clara’s art career usually generates, making her freckled covered nose flinch. No bra, no appetite, no self confidence, and no desire to join the happy people on the streets of New York living their best lives, Clara’s eyes are glued to the TV. Well not entirely glued, because even though it is only approaching 5 pm her eyelids slowly closed and for 3 minutes she peacefully dozed off. That of course ends when New York needs to remind the poor girl that the city doesn’t sleep, and she bounces at the sounds of the cabs or homeless people.

Gemma found herself staring out the window at work, a little diner in Whitefish Montana, as she often did when she got distracted by the noise from the nearby Amtrak station. Listening closely, the hustle and bustle was just starting, which meant that the once daily passenger train to Seattle would be arriving soon, probably in about 90 minutes. A swift glance at the clock assured her that her guess was pretty accurate, meaning that a few soon-to-be-passengers would drop by for a quick bite to eat before boarding, something she’d often thought about doing herself, just jumping on the train, and seeing where it took her, but never having had the courage to actually do. Just as she had this thought, the bell above the door tinkled, and she found herself staring open-mouthed at the man who’d just walked in.

The one that got away? Is that real? Did they actually "get away," or did we let them get away? Did we have a choice in the matter, or is “fate” actually a real thing?

Is it an underlying emotion of unwavering feelings? Is it that ingenious mechanism that happens within us that makes us fuzzy and giggly?

In a world with very little face to face communication, many people have had a hard time knowing if another person is truly interested in them. This makes it hard to ask someone out on a date, or even know if you are crossing the line. To better understand the conscious and subconscious behaviors that we often rely on in regards to attraction it is important to read further. When you understand the signs of attraction, then you can easily know when to push forward or pull back to ensure no one's heart is broken.

I admit it: I am a huge fan of the show My 90 Day Fiancé, and so is my husband. Every Sunday and Monday nights, we are hooked on this show. The rest of the week, we like to mimic and make fun of the cast couples. It entertains us so much that we even watch the reruns on Fridays.

Ok so, I have had some crazy shit happen to me in my love life, hence why over the years my very closest friends have continuously insisted I tell my stories. So here is my first.

There is something that women do in relationships that can be very annoying. When they are having problems with their spouse, they will tell someone close to them that this is it, and they are leaving or are going to put their husband out. The next thing you know, everything is just fine and they are saying how good the relationship is. Time passes; and when something goes wrong, such as the husband staying out all night, falling off the wagon, or cheating again, the wife is ready to end the marriage once more.

I always thought that I’m fine with being alone, that I am happy. I always thought that I can survive all alone, but as I sit here thinking to myself, maybe I am not okay. Maybe I just somehow adapted and made peace with the idea that I’m not good enough for someone to love.

Over half of 25-44 year olds are now single, thus making it the norm. However, single-shame is highly prevalent, with many worrying that they are the 'last ones left on the shelf' or 'all the good ones are gone." The Unexpected Joy of Being Single is a refreshing book that explores this single stigma. While doing so, Catherine Gray redefines a person who is single as someone who is complete on their own, and not lacking in any way. Her book helps to make a long overdue cultural shift in the way single people are perceived (and most importantly: how they perceive themselves). She is here to help us locate and luxuriate in some single joy.

You know that nightmare where you host a party and no one turns up?

Often when I scroll down my friends’ Instagram feeds, I get this sudden gut-wrenching regret. But not because of them, but because of me.

The internet has completely changed the way we meet people. Even as recently as 15 years ago, single folks that had an online dating profile were embarrassed to even admit it. Today, everyone is meeting people online! The one big downside of online dating in the past was that in order to meet someone, you had to spend hours at home searching through your computer by yourself.