honestly, i can’t stop thinking about kam patterson saying that 'saturday night live' is “really gay.” it’s like the guy's hilarious and brutally honest, meanwhile my love life is as straight as a crooked line. so i literally sat there, overthinking whether the crush who ghosted me was even going to remember my name during his last desperate “how have you been?” text. then, suddenly, i realize he'...
saw the news about the S.N.L. cast and it got me thinking. literally, the last time I made eye contact with a stranger, I ended up planning our wedding in my head. like, I just know he’d be the type to take me to artisanal ice cream places and listen to stand-up specials on our road trips. then I remembered, he probably didn’t even notice me, but now I’m stuck trying to figure out if our imaginary...
Story Name: "My MIL's Puppet Master: The Woman Who Tempted My Husband" Part 4 of 5 I can’t breathe. The air around us is thick with unspoken words as I stare at Ryan, searching for answers in his eyes. “Did you know?” My voice trembles, a whisper coated in anger and betrayal. His brow furrows, but I catch a flicker of something—guilt? “Know what?” He plays dumb, but I don’t buy it. “About Claire!” I shout, the name exploding between us like a grenade. “Did your mother tell you to... to—” My throat tightens. “Betray me?” Ryan’s face pales. “Claire? She’s just a friend, I swear—” “Just a friend? I saw the texts, Ryan! Your mom hired her! Do you even care?” My heart races, rage boiling over. His expression shifts, from confusion to realization. “Wait, you think my mom—” “I don’t t...
Story Name: "My MIL's Puppet Master: The Woman Who Tempted My Husband" Part 4 of 5 I can’t breathe. The air around us is thick with unspoken words as I stare at Ryan, searching for answers in his eyes. “Did you know?” My voice trembles, a whisper coated in anger and betrayal. His brow furrows, but I catch a flicker of something—guilt? “Know what?” He plays dumb, but I don’t buy it. “About Claire!” I shout, the name exploding between us like a grenade. “Did your mother tell you to... to—” My throat tightens. “Betray me?” Ryan’s face pales. “Claire? She’s just a friend, I swear—” “Just a friend? I saw the texts, Ryan! Your mom hired her! Do you even care?” My heart races, rage boiling over. His expression shifts, from confusion to realization. “Wait, you think my mom—” “I don’t t...
wait, just caught myself googling how to unclog a sink because my parents always made it look so easy. suddenly it hit me, that’s the kind of betrayal that’ll make my future husband second guess my domestic abilities. like, if he thought i was a whimsical muse for his life’s greatest poems, and i’m over here wrestling with a plunger like it’s a deep philosophical debate about who takes the trash o...