The thing about marriage.
The thing about marriage is that it really is not unlike a ticking time bomb.
What I ate in Europe: Amsterdam
I seriously doubt that anyone could find a more well-fed visitor to Amsterdam than I was.
The leather pants that could.
Or how I found the leather pants of my dreams.
The Edge
She’s been tossing and turning for what seemed like hours. “Has it been three, maybe four?” She’s lost count.
La Femme Perdue
Sanctuary.
Catharsis.
Truth.
This is real as it gets.
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Move along now, nothing to see here.
It seems that no matter what I do, those who hate me will always come a'hatin'.
In which I am vindicated.
Today, I got my vindication when he messaged me in a panic, practically begging me to take my last post down.
The whole, ugly story.
It all boils down to self-preservation. I will now break my silence. Now, I will tell you all about the man I foolishly married.
