Welcome to Hell
Welcome to Hell Unrequited love is a glorified term for a lover’s hell, so hello there, welcome to mine. My name’s Julia and before you say anything, I’ve tried to like men. I know it’s frowned upon and all that, but in my defense, I never had a strong male figure to look up to. It was always just me and my mom. And I’ve found women to be better at… everything. I thought it was just a phase too and I tried to like men but it just never worked out. I tried to find happiness in men and I tried to remain optimistic, but there was this tiny voice inside that just liked girls more. Don’t ask. I don’t understand it either but why question how I feel?
The Ugly Truth About Why Many Women Stay In Awful Relationships
I remember when I first met my friend Jenna*. Jenna was my ex-fiance’s then-girlfriend. My ex, Eduardo*, had asked me to talk to her because he forced her to have an abortion and she wasn’t handling it well.
5 Underrated Reasons Why Relationships Are So Hard These Days
We live in an age where a lot of things that were relatively difficult years ago are more than easy. While we can now have lots of information at our fingertips, easily meet people from all walks of life, build multi-million dollars businesses from the comfort of our homes, and enjoy a hell lot of entertainment without moving an inch, some things that aren't meant to be difficult are becoming even more difficult.
A Storm Named Ivan
Chapter 1 Approaching the end of a long and arduous marriage that just about killed me, I’ve learned that many people come and go like passing storms in our lives. Some are good and some are bad. But then there are the rare few, those who are terrible and cold. And it’s them that leave their mark, permanent scars on our hearts, never giving a shit about anything other than what feeds their God damned greed or lust, or as in this instance, both!
Young Love with John and Raphael in The Poem Mix-up
"Today we're going to start our unit of poetry, I want to get a baseline of where everyone is, for the next hour I want you all to write a poem, then we'll all share. Your poem could be any format and can be about anything you want; some people find poetry a good way to express feelings that they can't otherwise put into words."
Cutting ties with toxic parents
Cutting ties with anyone is never easy, but it can be especially painful when you have to surrender a lifelong relationship with your own parents.
After the Wedding
It felt like years But we had only planned for months Seven, to be precise Seven months from surprise engagement to destination wedding
And you call yourself a BiSexual?!
My name is Joe, and I am a bisexual. It wasn't always this way. I was a straight man for many moons. But alas, no more. Loneliness and dark temptations put it to rest, but it wasn't entirely my fault! I was seduced! A very slow and well calculated seduction that, by the time I had realized what was happening, it was already too late...
Don’t Tell ME How I was “Socialized”
Someone lamented in a comment section (I know better, and yet…) that she would have preferred “male” socialization, even as it relates to being trans feminine, to her own lived experience.
Are You in a Healthy Relationship? How to find out
Healthy relationships involve honesty, trust, respect and open communication between partners and they take effort and compromise from both people. There is no imbalance of power. Partners respect each other’s independence, can make their own decisions without fear of retribution or retaliation, and share decisions. Some important keys to a healthy relationship are as follows:
I was shopping for a new mattress. I read all these reviews on the ones that come in a box and puff up when the air hits them. There was this one with a zipper. Don’t open the zipper, they said. They don’t tell you there’s fiberglass inside. It explodes into the air and gets in all your things, your hair, your clothes, your lungs. And I thought. Love. It’s like that. You take a lover to bed and one day you’ve opened that zipper and those tiny shards are everywhere. Memory. Can’t be put back. Not even time can cleanse it. You feel them in your lungs when you take a deep breath after exercise, a fuck. Long after the love bed is gone and way back you regret having ignored the tag that said don’t unzip but you’re curious and fuck it, there’s a zipper on the damn thing. What for if not to open.
Under the Bridge
“I can see it now,” Reina muttered, a puff of smoke accompanying her words. She took one last drag before putting out the cigarette on the arm of my aunt’s lawn chair.