I hate that I needed to know and I hate that evil things happened behind my back. I really hate that when someone compliments my eyes, it makes me think of how my husband told some other woman that she had beautiful blue eyes, and then had sex with her.
I remember every little thing as if it happened only yesterday.
If I had to put it in words to make it “Facebook official”, that’s how I’ve described our relationship status over the last year: it’s complicated. Back Then He was arrested on a Wednesday. Two days later, Friday, I called a lawyer to inquire about divorce options. The lawyer explained what I’d need in terms…
I have a total love/hate relationship with Facebook’s “Memories” function. On one hand, it’s fun for me to see some of the things I’ve posted over the last ten years, usually involving some of my more colorful patients. On the other hand, sometimes a post can immediately bring me right back to something I don’t…