The word of the week is “breath”. To participate, create a 15-word story with breath, breathe, breaths, breathes, breathed, or breathing. I can’t wait to see your creativity! smiles
I wrap myself around you,
listen as your breath slows,
and join you in sleep.
A week or so back, a friend of mine said to me: “I hate labels. I don’t even know why we need them.” I don’t
And because if you’re anything like me, you now have that delirium-inducing whine in your head: smiles Last week, for the umpteenth time, someone said
It’s a tired old trope: Good relationships require compromise. I call bullshit. Not only that, but I also call hard limit. Do you even KNOW
Labels. We seem to have a love/hate relationship with them. I know that I’ve often railed against a particular label and the constraints I felt
The less a person respects themself, the greater their need will be to “keep their partner(s) in check”. Or to try to control the people
My ex-husband and I made a lot of mistakes. His BPD and alcoholism in the last 7 years created even more mistakes in an already
Yesterday, Selene called me exasperated. She went off on a rant about dogs. She said she’d rather deal with an aggressive dog than a fearful
Thank you so much for purchasing Cuck You! Interracial Edition. These stories are near and dear to my heart, and I hope you will enjoy
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You’re my drug of choice
When it becomes uncontrollable
I hear you whisper, breath