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To My Future Spouse
My sweet man, I want to live life alongside you. I want to have pillow fights and build pillow forts in our tiny apartment which we can barely afford. In a city I do not yet know. Nor do I care. I want to do dishes after cooking you a large dinner and have you slide your arms around me. I would like to hold onto your hands when you get out of bed to leave to work in the mornings and beg you to crawl back in. I want you to love me when I first wake up in the morning with drool on my lips and my hair matted to one side. To love me with really bad breath. And I will do the same for you.
By Acasia Tucker8 years ago in Humans
Top 5 Ways to Survive a Long-distance Relationship
Are you in a long-distance relationship? Are you going to be in one in the near or distant future? Are you just curious as to how the hell someone can survive not living near their partner? Well, here's some techniques and tips to help you get through the time of not being near your honey.
By Chantel St.Croix8 years ago in Humans
Toxic People
We’ve all encountered a toxic person in our lives at one time or another. Whether it’s a family member, someone at the grocery store, a coworker, a friend you’ve had since 3rd grade, or perhaps your romantic partner. Either way, whether you know them now or if you meet them later in your life, they are bad news and will drain you physically, mentally, and emotionally if you allow them to.
By Bianca Ebako8 years ago in Humans
Happily Ever After
Happily ever after didn’t exist for her, though she inwardly craved it, even in its most realistic of manifestations. Oh, she’d already met her knight in shining armor. She knew it wasn’t a father complex though he was twenty-seven and a half years her senior, her birthday being on November fourth, his being on July fourth. Well, someone had to be born then, she thought before looking in the mirror. For all that she was curvy, she didn’t see it. She just didn’t see her appeal. Were she someone to view herself the way she viewed him, she’d see the paunch that came from years of eating her feelings and two miscarriages was pleasantly plump and that a lot of what she labeled grotesque fat was relaxed muscle. She just couldn’t see how any man could crave it. She was proud enough of her large breasts and her round butt. Even her thighs, of late, were acceptable. But she could not get past her gut. Formosa, which had that connotation of pleasingly curvy, would be what an Italian man would say of her. It would fall on deaf ears. She thought anyone who found her beautiful daft and was convinced that no man she found attractive would feel the same. That was, ever since him. He had high cheekbones, arched eyebrows, a square jawline, slim lips that in no way detracted from his appeal (rather went with it), and a scent and grin that drove her mad in the best way. Even his gray hair only added to the overall effect of making her need a drool bucket whenever she thought of him. He was a dad and that just made him a DILF. She kept a picture of him in her bedside drawer. This was her fantasy man, except he was all too real.
By Alexandra F8 years ago in Humans
Why Do Men Keep Giving Me Dogs?
This isn't my first rodeo, and by rodeo I mean divorce. I wish I could say I was like my Grandparents and I was still married to the same man, but we just got divorced and took breaks when we were pissed off at one another. But, no. I've been married and divorced before. What's different this time is we have children. What is the same is that both men bought me a dog a few months before asking for a divorce.
By Mandy Ever8 years ago in Humans
Being Transgender
At the age of 7, I asked my mum to start calling me Craig and got very upset when she refused to. I played house with myself and was always the dad of the family. My brother's clothes doubled up as my own, I only played with the boy Bratz dolls and amidst all of this I really, really, really wanted short hair. The signals were around from a very young age, but I didn't put all of the jigsaw pieces together for a long time.
By Gabriel Shippam8 years ago in Humans
He Was Hers First
One of my dearest friends, a person I have known for so many years, my best friend, is a guy. Back when I was in high school, I had the pleasure of attending a brand new high school my senior year. It actually wasn’t a pleasure at all. I hated it at first, but I ended up making some lifelong friends. One of my absolute favorite people is my friend Derek.
By iHeart Nelle8 years ago in Humans
My Love
This is the story of how I met my husband. I was 19 years old. I was visiting my best friend in her town. Her family and I decided to go to the lake. We ran into a group of people her uncle knew. Well, after a while, we decided to jump into the water, clothes and all. I normally don't like swimming in lake water, but I said the heck with it, I'm having fun! About thirty minutes in, I decided to get out. We walk to the car so I can grab a cigarette. As we were walking back to the camper, we noticed this handsome young man standing by the door talking to her uncle.
By Carol Forsyth8 years ago in Humans
How to Find The "ME" In "TEAM"
I am a mother to five children and two dogs in a high-octane, "Fast and Furious" franchise family. My husband is a musician by day, afternoon, evening, night, I guess whenever it calls for it. When I married him, I had no clue what I was getting myself into. This, unfortunately, called for many nights of being the parent to set aside a lot of stuff that I wanted to do and make sure that the family was first.
By Dana Bradford-Majors8 years ago in Humans
