I have found myself in a variety of precarious situations when to comes to love and relationships. This happens most often when there is discussion of involving other people.
Years ago, my marriage had come to an impasse. Something had to happen and I wasn’t exactly quite sure what it was. My emotional and physicals needs weren’t being taken care of. I knew I had urges to cheat on my husband. It was only a matter of time.
I wasn’t happy and I needed something to make me feel alive. …
No matter how solid our attitude is, no matter how successful we are, many women will still stand in the mirror and pick themselves apart in ways that no one else ever would.
I was at a point where I had started doing this more and more. Motherhood had taken its toll on my body, leaving a lot of things in a completely different location than where I remembered them being.
Weight stayed on longer than I wanted it to. Years of unhappy marriage led to a standard uniform of yoga pants, ponytails, and old tank tops.
Something had to happen so I did what was out of character for me at the time. I paid a professional photographer to take pictures of me in various states of undress for no one’s pleasure and viewing but mine. …
A few years after college, I ran into a classmate when I was out with some friends. He was telling me what happened to everyone we used to hang out with. It turned out a guy we knew, James, was working two doors down from me. I thought it was interesting we had never run into each other.
James was a friend of my college boyfriend. Having the same major, we had a few classes together and work together on a magazine at the university. I had never given him much thought but remember he was an interesting guy.
I stopped by one day on a break to see if he was around. It was fun to catch up. We exchanged numbers and talked on the phone a couple times. In a week or so, when we both had some time, we planned to get together. …