last night, I was trying to watch the latest IND vs NZ game to escape my chaotic life. I thought I was being all mature, thinking of adulting and life goals. then my friend texts me about her 'new boyfriend' who she has been with for weeks, literally weeks, and my heart stopped when I found out he still hadn’t broken up with his ex. why do I bother looking for love when the only real romance I hav...
it's not that I collect photos of random jars but I literally have thirty-five pictures of different pickles in my camera roll... I thought I was documenting a hobby, not launching a court case against my own sanity. I honestly thought "pickles and I are soulmates." I never knew I could have a "jars of pickles" aesthetic until now. #quirkycollectibles #picklesarelife
Story Name: "My 'Broke' Husband Was a Billionaire in Disguise" Part 1 of 8 I stand in our tiny living room, the scent of paint and turpentine swirling around me. My husband, Sam, is hunched over his easel, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on his chiseled jaw. He looks so focused, so passionate. My heart swells. But then, unease prickles at the back of my mind. He's been distant lately. I bite my lip, trying to shake the feeling. "Sam, are you ever going to show me your latest piece?" I ask, forcing a smile. He glances at me, that lopsided grin playing on his lips. "It's not ready yet. You’ll love it when it is." But the words hang in the air, heavy and uncertain. The truth is, I’m starting to feel more like a stranger than a wife. My heart aches, but I push through the do...
Story Name: "My 'Broke' Husband Was a Billionaire in Disguise" Part 1 of 8 I stand in our tiny living room, the scent of paint and turpentine swirling around me. My husband, Sam, is hunched over his easel, the flickering candlelight casting shadows on his chiseled jaw. He looks so focused, so passionate. My heart swells. But then, unease prickles at the back of my mind. He's been distant lately. I bite my lip, trying to shake the feeling. "Sam, are you ever going to show me your latest piece?" I ask, forcing a smile. He glances at me, that lopsided grin playing on his lips. "It's not ready yet. You’ll love it when it is." But the words hang in the air, heavy and uncertain. The truth is, I’m starting to feel more like a stranger than a wife. My heart aches, but I push through the do...
just found out i'm supposed to train my replacement at work, but no one told me i'm leaving - it feels like new zealand playing india and getting blindsided in the last over, like are you kidding? now i'm supposed to hand over my secrets for not crying every time the coffee machine breaks? in what world am i the sage guru of this place, while i'm still over here looking for the manual on adulting?...