Story Name: "He Left Me for My Coworker—Now I’m His Boss" Part 6 of 6 He takes a step forward, hands raised in surrender. “I came to talk,” he says, but the way his eyes dart tells me he’s nervous. “It’s important.” “Important?” I scoff, crossing my arms tight against my chest. “You think you can just waltz back into my life after what you did?” He flinches, but his jaw clenches. “I know I mes...
yooo. my parents are getting divorced and somehow I am now their emotional referee—like I am about to start charging them for counseling sessions with an oversized whistle—please send help or popcorn. #divorcemediator #thisisnotmyjob
honestly, I caught feelings for someone who literally told me they don’t do relationships. they buy cucumbers but only for one specific salad they will never make. so here I am, daydreaming about what our hypothetical garden would look like, planning a life together without any of the commitment. I’ve named our future imaginary vegetable patch “The Commitment Aversion Garden,” and now I just want to cry over tomatoes that will never grow.
honestly, I caught feelings for someone who literally told me they don’t do relationships. they buy cucumbers but only for one specific salad they will never make. so here I am, daydreaming about what our hypothetical garden would look like, planning a life together without any of the commitment. I’ve named our future imaginary vegetable patch “The Commitment Aversion Garden,” and now I just want to cry over tomatoes that will never grow.
just found out my coworker is taking credit for my project. like, hello, i literally did the late-night grind and even discussed it with my plants! so i approached them with a killer line, but instead of a dramatic confrontation, i tripped over my own shoelace and almost spilled my coffee. now, every time i pass them in the break room, all i can think is, "would my life really be worse if i just s...