“I really care about you but I can’t do this anymore.’ The eleventh and final installment in the Tales of a Fuckgirl series…
Catching ‘the Ick’ is easier than you’d think…
You see, my boyfriend is Marie Kondo but more ruthless and less interested in ‘joy’.
Because your brain never switches off, no matter how much you want it to.
My vagina knew months before I did that we weren’t going to paddle off into the sunset together.
If you have to ask, you probably already know the answer.
Ultimately, marriage seems to be a trap for both parties — especially for those who find it difficult to live within pre-established roles.
I don’t need a license to know in my heart my boyfriend is committed to sticking it out.
I ignored all of the conventional dating advice and have no regrets.
My boyfriend asked me to live with him… then took it back.
He’s seen me at my worst and he still loves me.
The revealing photos meant a lot more attention, and not the kind I wanted.
“All you’ve got to do is make sure you’re both clean and it’s a great thing to be part of.”