literally had to play mediator for my parents’ divorce today. as they fought over the last cookie in the jar, i realized they were about to sign their lives away while arguing about chocolate chips versus oatmeal raisin. honestly, what are we doing here? i'm taking notes for their new sitcom titled "cookie chaos." at least i know they’ll never see the list of things i really want to say about my l...
if you feel like the weight of the world is on your shoulders right now, just know that even the heaviest clouds eventually give way to the sun. #InnerStrength #ThisTooShallPass #Encouragement
Story Name: "My Husband's Betrayal Sparked a Love I Never Saw Coming" Part 3 of 4 I sit across from him, Ryan, the private investigator, and the tension crackles like static in the air. His deep-set eyes bore into mine, and I feel exposed, yet thrillingly alive. I laugh to mask my nerves, but it comes out as a breathy gasp, a sound so foreign, it surprises even me. "You can’t just track someone for a paycheck," I blurt out, scanning the café for anyone eavesdropping. The coffee machine hisses, drowning out my racing thoughts. "There has to be a reason." His lips curl, a flicker of something unguarded. "Maybe I was drawn to your story." My cheeks flush, heat crawling up my neck. I catch him staring at me, his gaze lingering a second too long. “What do you mean?” I challenge, but my hea...
Story Name: "My Husband's Betrayal Sparked a Love I Never Saw Coming" Part 3 of 4 I sit across from him, Ryan, the private investigator, and the tension crackles like static in the air. His deep-set eyes bore into mine, and I feel exposed, yet thrillingly alive. I laugh to mask my nerves, but it comes out as a breathy gasp, a sound so foreign, it surprises even me. "You can’t just track someone for a paycheck," I blurt out, scanning the café for anyone eavesdropping. The coffee machine hisses, drowning out my racing thoughts. "There has to be a reason." His lips curl, a flicker of something unguarded. "Maybe I was drawn to your story." My cheeks flush, heat crawling up my neck. I catch him staring at me, his gaze lingering a second too long. “What do you mean?” I challenge, but my hea...
ok but my family keeps asking about my ex like they're running a fan club. last week, my mom actually suggested I text him. TEXT him. as if that is normal. meanwhile, I'm just trying to remember what i had for breakfast because i'm still stressing about a job interview and honestly, why did i put all my eggs in that basket anyway? it's almost as chaotic as this whole Iowa versus Michigan State sit...