I never had the heart to tell them he didn’t even like them — Felicia and I met right after I had hit rock bottom. All the girls in my therapy group were somewhat hostile, except for her. She struggled with group therapy but still went out of her way to make the new girl feel welcome — which meant the world to me. …

He played me like a fiddle — He didn’t answer, so I repeated my question. A quick smile flashed over his face. “Honestly? I wasn’t even that worried because I knew you’d come back. You always have. I go too far, you leave, and after a lot of hard work from me, you come back.” I was…

Your kid isn’t welcome; deal with it — And there it was, the question I dreaded so much. “So, why did you cancel the wedding?” Saying the truth out loud felt humiliating. Every time I had to say that my fiancé had been living a double life for five years, my heart tried to lunge out of my…

Why you shouldn’t fall for potential — “He is already drinking less, so that is promising,” she looks hopeful while she talks. I don’t have the heart to interrupt her. An alcoholic who temporarily drinks less isn’t promising; he shouldn’t be drinking at all. She’s not stupid. For their relationship to succeed, a lot has to change…

For women, dating is Russian roulette — Nothing had gone according to plan that day. The plan was to wake up early, feel refreshed and well-rested, ready for a day of excitement and adventure. Instead, I woke up panicking and disheveled. I’d slept through my alarm because I’d spent the entire night contemplating canceling my date. …

It’s never all bad — People always respond the same way when I tell them about my previous relationship— with shock and disbelief. And I can’t blame them. When I look at my life through their eyes, I feel the same Picture this. A man and a woman meet. After a year, she breaks up…

But I’d have to find a new audience in a competitive market — Whenever finances are rough, my friends and I always make the same ignorant joke; there’s always prostitution. Instead of selling your time to a boss and slaving away in a stuffy office, you can go on one “date” a week and make twice the money. It sounds so easy. Tempting…

Living in unprecedented times sucks a$$ — “Yeah, but I don’t mind paying extra for fuel if it helps Ukraine.” Dumbfounded, I stare at my co-worker. “You do understand that this money isn’t being sent to Lyudmyla and Volodymyr, who are getting bombed to smithereens in Sievierodonetsk, right?” He doesn’t respond, so I continue. “Fuel is expensive…

A short dystopian science fiction story about the spark that ignites a revolution — Someone was pushing her up the steps toward the stage. The crowd wasn’t visible yet, but she could hear them. She could feel them. Their anger, their frustration, and most of all, their hope. “I can’t do this,” she said as she turned around. “Yes, you can,” Nameless replied, as…