All tagged Marriage
. What we resist, persists
Sometimes I feel like my gay brother is a brother and a sister rolled into one.
No one likes a show off.
It was a big adventure to start dating at age 52 as a disabled woman.
Charlie became jealous, but he had to deal with it as part of his polyamory game.
Having been through a health crisis in the middle of the summer left me seeking as much adventure as possible during what little remained of the summer.
I love coffee. I need it to function. I am addicted to it. Can say most of that about sex, too, but I can’t say it’s an addiction. More of a “nice to have”.
It wasn’t until we were putting our seatbelts on for the long drive home from my romantic, idyllic log cabin at the lake that I realized what had happened over the last 48 hours.
I asked him what his plans were for the rest of the day, and he looked a little embarrassed and told me he was going from our date to meet another woman for coffee at another nearby coffee shop.
I remember one assignment in particular. We were told to write about something that turned out nothing like we expected. I had an easy time coming up with my idea.
We very slowly hiked down to the dock at dusk with a flashlight. The clouds over the lake were tinged pink from the setting sun.
I conquered my fear about being myself online.