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When You Realize That You Are the 'And Then' Guy in a Relationship
During the thirty-seven years on this planet that I’ve been alive, I’ve only been in about four major relationships. Last night, at work, I was using a ride-on scrubber and cleaning the store that I am employed at. I started reflecting on them. Low and behold, I came upon the realization that I am a "And Then" person: i.e., the transitional person that makes a woman realize that she wants someone better and finds them.
By Erik Mickle8 years ago in Humans
Living Through Hell Chapter 2
Fast forward a few months later. Things seemed to be going pretty good. John had gotten a place of his own. Well kind of. He had a roommate. That is beside the point. I was living just down the road form where he lived. I was sleeping there more and spending a bit more time with him. You think I would have noticed the drinking increasing. I knew about the weed smoking, but not the other drugs.
By Heather Blackburn8 years ago in Humans
Living Through Hell
*Names have been changed* Okay, to understand this story, you need to know how it all came about. I was 22. Ready to live my life and explore my sexuality. I moved from a small eastern town to a city in Ontario, full of hopes and dreams. I found a great job that I loved and worked hard at for 3 years. Then I met who I thought was the man of my dreams. Well, this is no fairytale.
By Heather Blackburn8 years ago in Humans
Relationships with Bits Mixed In?
Relationships have many different aspects within different opportunities. They can have times where they can be very pleasing and very happy but they can also have times where they can be hard and difficult. However, relationships can be a lot harder when you add into the mix Depression and major Anxiety.
By Tanisha Dagger8 years ago in Humans
Nothin' Like You
Chapter 1: Dust She's got the pedal to the floor in a hand-me-down Ford,Yeah, the only thing that's left to doIs catch a couple green lights and those baby blue eyesAre leaving nothing in that rearviewBut dust, nothing but dust'Dust' – Eli Young Band
By Kelly Roberson8 years ago in Humans
Dating Sites
When looking for love many people turn to a dating site, either as an option or as an easier answer to actually looking for someone in a conventional way. Meeting people at a bar or a party can be difficult for some or simply too time consuming in today’s high-speed world. There are many sites you can choose, prices range from free to quite high. In theory, the more you pay, the more information you can access and more you can give for yourself.
By ASHLEY SMITH8 years ago in Humans
Learning to Trust
At six years old I knew the glances that my father made at other women who were not my mother were questionable. By the time I was in fifth grade, I knew what online dating scams looked like and kept listening to my father talk about women from other countries who would 'take me shopping' and 'daddy really liked'.
By Alissa Marie8 years ago in Humans
How a Long-Distance Relationship Helped Me Find Myself
I never wanted a long-distance relationship. It wasn’t even a possibility to me. “Distance makes the heart grow fonder,” yeah, right. Left and right you hear about failed long-distance relationships that “just didn’t work out” or “were too hard to keep up.” I always thought a long-distance relationship was an entrée of loneliness with a side of bullshit. A recipe for disaster.
By Megan Jones8 years ago in Humans
Hard to Love
As a woman, I was put at a large disadvantage when my family left the clean, inviting air of metropolitan Omaha, Nebraska and landed in the barren, rustic air of southeastern Ohio. Six-year-old Caitlin cheered as we passed the “Welcome to Ohio” sign on the highway, boxes rubbing against my legs and my cat’s cries booming through the holes on his pet taxi. I was always up for new adventures at that point in my life, but it wasn’t long before I found that the woodland creatures in my backyard could not speak to me, and probably wouldn’t even if they could. Living there was like being a bird with a broken wing and stuffed into a cardboard box with a few holes in it, like the excessive amount of trees lining the area served to block any view of the rest of the world. The sweet Nebraska plains were not nearly so stifling. My eyes could see so far into the wide when the wind wasn’t forcing them shut. There wasn’t much to see, but I could see it. In my new home, the abandoned dirt roads were our busy sidewalks, the moos of cows were our honking horns, and the churches were our skyscrapers.
By Caitlin Cook8 years ago in Humans
Me and Jack
What can I say about me and Jack…He is the cheese to my macaroni! My best friend, partner in crime, sidekick, lover, confidant, and the coolest person I know. He makes me laugh til I literally pee my pants. Unfortunately, most people don’t get to see the side of Jack that I do. I say unfortunately because it's unfortunate for them. He’s very quiet and reserved— the total opposite of me. He normally doesn’t say a whole lot and gets embarrassed easily and my most favorite thing to do to him is embarrass him to no end— but mostly at home, rarely in public, for he would never forgive me. Well... he probably would eventually but no time soon, so I try to keep the shenanigans limited to our private realm. Although, I did pinch his nipple one time at Lowe’s and caused him to yelp like a seal in the middle of the paint section, or the time I ran my hand up his shorts at an auction and almost caused him to bid on something entirely out of our price range. Sometimes, I’ll catch him engrossed in something on TV and give him a wet willy or try to stick my finger in his nose or just lick him in the face. It’s not that I really want to stick my finger in his nose, because I’ve never been actually successful. It's just the dramatic reaction I get from him that is so entirely hilarious, I can’t help myself. His favorite, though (not really), is when I catch him bent over and run up behind him and start humping on him like a dog. “Please stop fucking me with your phantom dick, Vanessa!” he yells at me. Of course, I am dying laughing at this point and cannot breath because after 2 years together he should know, by now, not to bend over in front of me because I will try to check his oil every time, if you know what I mean.
By Vanessa Hampton8 years ago in Humans
