J IIII Before getting into this story - you need to understand how toxic this person is to my life, how toxic a relationship and engagement it was. Long story short... We were together for years, we were supposed to get married, we used together, I walked in on her cheating and we split. I … Continue reading J IIII
I wrote your post a week ago and you've been stuck on my mind since. The memories that the drugs had erased are crashing back into me relentlessly. I've been remembering vividly the way your hands fit into mine, the way you'd pull my arm into you while we were cuddling. It's crazy how my … Continue reading Layla Layla Layla..
Layla was a cheerleader at our high school, she was a year older than me so we weren’t really close in high school. When I came home from college in West Virginia, my ex and I had recently split.. it was a very rough time in my life between drinking, drugs and putting myself … Continue reading Layla
While it is painful to forget someone, it is also painful to wait for someone but the truest pain, the toughest pain is trying to decide if you should wait or forget. Pain will always come and go. It is just one major component to the grand scheme of life and love. It is … Continue reading Pain
This isn't a fun post for me to write, it's actually one that scares me to write. Very few know this story but I had a nightmare last night and felt now was the time to post it. I never pressed charges because I don't remember saying No. I never pressed charges because even though … Continue reading I didn’t say Yes..
I think it’s time I let you go. It feels impossible to do because some part of me will be in love with you for the rest of my life. But the day dreaming, the running in place, replaying my memories... it’s not healthy. I’ve been holding on to the tiniest bit of hope that … Continue reading It’s time
The evening had already been filled with laughter and gossip, catching up on so much news I felt I had missed since the last time we were together. It was a simple evening just the two of us but we hadn’t stopped laughing and gossiping and of course the alcohol flowed as it always does … Continue reading Tiff