PinnedPublished inWrite A CatalystSafety Never Lived at Home — and That’s Why I Wrote Nobody’s PrincessBefore I became Shaped, I was shatteredOct 14A response icon24Oct 14A response icon24
PinnedPublished inShaped SoulsHe Moved In With Me — I Threw Out His Happy Time TowelLiving together sounded romantic — until I met his towel, his hamster, and his Jingle JugsOct 30A response icon40Oct 30A response icon40
PinnedPublished inShaped SoulsHe Asked Me Out for Tacos — I Said Hell YesThe night I learned survival doesn’t have to be politeAug 20A response icon34Aug 20A response icon34
PinnedPublished inShaped SoulsHe Didn’t Want a Partner — He Wanted a ServantMy father brought home a new wife and used her as a tool for his comfortJun 27A response icon60Jun 27A response icon60
PinnedPublished inThe MemoiristHe Dumped My Casserole — I Never Cooked For Him AgainI was newly married, broke, and doing my best, but one night told me everythingMay 4A response icon82May 4A response icon82
Published inShaped SoulsThe Day I Realized My Father Would Always Be the ChildBoundaries were important to me, and he’d never understand10h agoA response icon910h agoA response icon9
Published inShaped SoulsMy Professor Said I Write Like I Speak — He Meant It as an InsultI erased myself for academia — and found my voice twenty years later3d agoA response icon263d agoA response icon26
Published inAnother Fucking PublicationI Shouldn’t Have Trusted That Fart — The Parody My Husband InspiredA tragic love song of flatulence, Sir Elton John would rather flushNov 3A response icon24Nov 3A response icon24
Published inShaped SoulsKarma’s A Sneaky Little BitchThe week I learned my husband didn’t give a shitNov 2A response icon24Nov 2A response icon24
