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Learning to Trust
At six years old I knew the glances that my father made at other women who were not my mother were questionable. By the time I was in fifth grade, I knew what online dating scams looked like and kept listening to my father talk about women from other countries who would 'take me shopping' and 'daddy really liked'.
By Alissa Marie9 years ago in Humans
Will Boys Be Boys?
I have a male friend who paints his toenails. He prefers glitter polish, usually in blues or purples. He is meticulous about his nails, refusing to wear sandals if his polish is chipped or grown out. He prefers shirts with beautiful abstract patterns and bright colors. He would really like to dye his hair a bright color - neon green would be his ideal. Since by now you have a good mental image of this 6’2” 250 lb guy, I feel like I need to clarify that he is straight.
By Haybitch Abersnatchy9 years ago in Humans
Who Killed Me?
Although I won't be using any names, I’m sure you will get the idea of what happened during this period in my life. It all started around the age of 15, like any normal fifteen-year-old girl, I would spend days at my friend’s house. Going out shopping, doing our hair, doing our makeup, doing our nails, listening to music, and just hanging out with the family.
By Tanisha Dagger9 years ago in Humans
Mind the Gap
Can there be too large an age gap in a relationship between a boyfriend and girlfriend? I ask for personal reasons because I am much older than my girlfriend and although we are happy, it’s our age gap that is brought up most by doubters. Personally, I think the argument over our age difference is as relevant as our height difference or eye colour difference. Though I am a foot taller and our eyes are different, that’s still not important.
By ASHLEY SMITH9 years ago in Humans
Post War Divorce
Something I read the other day made me think about the past and just how screwed up it really was at that particular time in my life. I look back at my previous marriages and cringe at the remembrance of some memories. My first marriage didn't really last that long and I was so young that I barely remember most of it. I hardly ever count that one even though it did yield two beautiful children. Now my second marriage.....that was the one I thought would be the death of me. I think one tries harder the second time around because who wants to be a two time loser right? I stayed and took things that I normally wouldn't from anyone else but I think my biggest problem was I could never truly be myself in that relationship. Oh, to the outward appearances we looked to be the perfect couple but behind closed doors it was a totally different story. Many people were shocked to hear we had split up.
By Vanessa Hampton9 years ago in Humans
An Old Friend
Does anyone have that one friend where y'all are really tight but when you get into an argument or a fight you stop talking for a day or two then y'all make up and you're back to being best friends? Well I used to have a friend like that and we would fight then we wouldn't talk but I knew we would always make up so I wasn't worried of losing them.
By Kwabena Asante9 years ago in Humans
Noel Leon and Uldouz Wallace Answer All Your Questions. Top Story - September 2017.
Noel and I collaborate a lot on Instagram - we laugh, we pose, and then we laugh some more! We get interviewed a lot, so we decided to ask each other some tough questions: what our love lives are like, which celebrities turn us on, and who the hell Elon Musk is...
By Uldouz Wallace9 years ago in Humans
Santiago
I had been waiting my entire life for a moment to come along that I thought would change who I was. I wanted something inspiring. Something that made me think: This is why I am here. This is what I want to work for. I was able to grasp that moment this summer.
By Maddi Martin9 years ago in Humans
Inner Demons
Mark couldn’t believe he was here, surrounded by many people he didn’t know. He shuffled through the crowd and took a seat on the side of the room assigned to him. He whipped out his flask and embraced the burn of whiskey as he took a gulp. He closed his eyes and took a deep, calculating breath. The day the invitation arrived in his mailbox was a surprise to him. The ivory paper and gold lining made it known that again, there was a wedding happening, and again, he was a guest. He sat on his couch for an hour deciding if he was going to RSVP and spent another hour deciding whether or not he was bringing a date. Finally, he responded, bought a gift, and drove to the wedding. Here he was, sitting at the wedding of his ex-girlfriend from a few years back. He hadn’t seen her for over 3 years, yet here he was. As thoughts flooded his brain, the muttering in the room stopped as a violin pierced the air with its notes signaling the room to take a seat. The audience turned to see a handsome man strut down the isle, his nervousness apparent on his face. After a few moments, the notes changed and the room eagerly turned to await the arrival of the bride. She appeared in the doorway, her white gown caressing her every curve. Her smile was as white as her dress and her eyes were bright as she took the practiced steps down the isle towards the groom.
By Gina melrae9 years ago in Humans
