“My wife accidentally left me a two-hour message of her lover talking shit about me.”
There were red flags, but I didn’t notice.
Single bells, single bells, single all the way…
Fasten your seatbelts, this is going to be a bumpy ride.
Twenty dates in one night felt like a lot considering I’d only been on one date for the last six months.
What’s she got that I don’t have?
What on earth would possess an otherwise sane (and usually pretty shy girl) to do such a thing?
Is micro-needling worth all the pain?
It might not be as obvious as physical abuse, but it’s equally as destructive. So, how do you recognize the signs?
If a friend or family member needed me for something – anything – I always said yes. Until my mental health said no, for me.
Their attraction is magnetic, but their personality combination spells utter destruction.
It was easily the most bizarre thing I’ve ever done in the name of natural mental health remedies. But I’d do it all over again.
Unlucky in love, or plain shit at online dating?
Does this mean I’ve given up? Will I die alone? Do I care?
“Baby… She won’t find out, I promise. This weekend can be all about you and me,” I overheard him say on the phone.
A mess-free face mask in 90 seconds? Uh, yes please.
The date went so well. So, what went wrong? I had to find out.