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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
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
To a True Love
I am nothing if not cautious. In fact I am more prepared for you to leave me than for me to love you and I will not believe you if you say you do.
By Belle Denka8 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
Fear & Adoration Walk Into A Bar
A couple years ago, I had my heart broken for the first time. Shattered into a million bits. It was my first love and one of my first dances with loss and deception, with my being young then and still rather young now. Worst of all, the person who'd broken up with me knew how hurt I was, how desperate I was to have them back — and they used it against me. They kept me thinking that I still had a chance with them, that I had hope, tremendously hindering my efforts to get over them. They would make paper-thin advances just to keep me guessing. Every interaction I would come to have with them became an effort to try and figure them out, an effort to sweep them back to me — because they made me think it it would work. This gave them extreme power over me, and they were well aware of it, I've come to realize. They played me like a damned game of chess, just so they'd never get rid of the one thing I was good for in their eyes — giving them attention. It was all a power move, and it would take me months to realize.
By hjk8 years ago in Humans
Forgiveness
Hi, my name is generic girl who's taken her cheating boyfriend back. I'm glad we got that out of the way, but honestly, I can't speak for every girl, just myself. So if you're interested in listening to me whine stick by me.
By Nck.Disgruntled 8 years ago in Humans
New England & New Mexico Clash
There are always going to be differences between individuals in relationships — in any kind of relationship to be frank. However, in a romantic relationship, these difference can sometimes become more obvious. This is especially true if you and your partner met in an area where their culture is very prominent. My husband was from New Hampshire and lived in New England for most of his life. I, on the other hand, am from New Mexico and I've lived in the South West for most of my life. He moved to little old City of Crosses to attend college and he found that he enjoyed the Hispanic and Mexican culture. As we have gone to visit his hometown and our country's original thirteen colonies we both have noticed intriguing differences in gender roles from New England and the South West. At times these differences have halted our communication and at other times it's allowed us to lead the conversations or situations to our benefits. Regardless of where people are from, love is love and it can last. My cousin is from Austin, TX and this love of his life is from Norway! And my husband's best friend is from New York, and her boyfriend is from California. Love is always possible! Here are some gender roles we've noticed between our two cultures. And keep in mind these observations are not always true for everyone in the South West or in New England.
By Elanda-Isabella Atencio8 years ago in Humans
Sins of the Night
To let someone back in after destroying the foundation of which was believed to be strong, is considered either remarkably noteworthy or detrimentally careless. The story of a love so strong and true is not easily found. To give yourself back to the one who scorched you in the flames of their mistakes, and has beaten your heart until blue is not often times done or shared because why would we voluntarily expose ourselves to surly the most vulnerable position? To put your heart, mind, and soul back in the shaking and broken hands of the guilty... is this love? Is this forgiveness? Is this undeniably stupid of boundlessly noble? To tell a story of forgiveness is to tell a story of undeniable love.
By Avery Fay8 years ago in Humans
In My Dreams
I close my book and set it on my nightstand. I’d spent the last 15 minutes rereading the same paragraph over and over. My mind was distracted from the events of the day. The argument with the stranger on the bus. Dropping my groceries all over the sidewalk after tripping over my two left feet. Then finally making it home to my sad eyed cat that I had completely forgotten to feed this morning.
By Jessica Briggs8 years ago in Humans
The Record Shop on James Ave
I met Phil in a record shop. Central London; a cesspool for ditsy tourists, daytime wonderers, women with dogs in their handbags and money to spare, busy businessmen rushing to whichever underground station was close enough to a 'Costa Coffee' and the sounds of horns accompanied by sirens haunted the air. All of this, however, became muted at the moment I met the eyes of the peculiar looking man called Phil—or Phillip if we're to be formal.
By Mollih8 years ago in Humans
The Story of Us: Falling in Love with My Best Friend
Five years ago, way back in grade nine when I was still trying to find my place in a new school full of new transitions, I met my best friend. For the purpose of this story I'll call her Payton. Payton was in my gym class on my team for softball and, being my usual introverted self, I was standing by myself in line not talking to anyone. That is, until I turned around and noticed the anti-possession charm from the TV show Supernatural drawn on the arm of the girl standing behind me. In a moment of pure instinct I turned to her, pointing at the doodle, and tried to ask her if that was, in fact, the anti possession charm from the hit TV series. Of course once I got the first few words out of my mouth my brain caught up with my actions and I stood there, sputtering and pointing for a solid two minutes (thorougly making things awkward) before I finally managed to spit the name out. The look of relief that crossed her sun-kissed freckled face was almost as amazing as the blindingly beautiful smile that made her whole face light up. And from that moment I knew I was hooked. She laughed and told me she was so nervous as I sputtered on that I would accuse her of devil worship (a reality that was all too common in our small town) but then when I finally found the words she was so thankful that I was in fact just filling my free time watching gorgeous boys on Netflix.
By Lilli Behom8 years ago in Humans
The Edge of Love
Alone. That is all I felt. Ever since I can remember, everybody I loved eventually broke my heart. Every friend I made turned their back on me, every lover I had been with also left me in the dark. At the age of seventeen I was done with everything. I had given up on the hope that anyone would ever love me, that anyone would truly care. Turning to alcohol and pot to be my savior against all the pain. Anything that would take me away from this place called Earth, I wanted it.
By Ashley Buchanan8 years ago in Humans