Looking into Incredulous, Entitled Eyes

As if he could not entertain the possibility that I simply did not want him. As if there must be some better reason standing in the way from me pursuing the gift that was him. He kept his charming smile locked onto his charming face, never breaking character, always having a smart line to banter my repeated rejections. He said I was just “prickly”, “guarded”, “controlling”, “getting off on saying ‘no’ ”, “challenging”.

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Looking into the Eyes of My Husband’s Girlfriend

How I came to be in an open relationship (and, no, I’m not talking about sex here)

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Looking into the Eyes of My Boyfriend’s Corpse

We are supposed to stop talking about our loss and grief once the funeral is over, but some pain and memories stick with you forever.

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