Story Name: "My Husband's PI Became My Forbidden Love" Part 2 of 7 ...spot him in the corner, his eyes focused intently on me. Jake. The private investigator. I can feel my heart thumping like a drum in my chest. He looks up, and our eyes lock. A spark ignites—the kind that starts fires and burns everything in its path. I glance around, the weight of the world pressing down. Did my husband send...
wait, you ever find yourself bonding with your houseplants because they’re the only ones who care about you, only to realize they wouldn’t hesitate to drown you if someone gave them a tiny bit of water? i swear, one of my succulents gave me a judgmental glare when i brought home a plastic fern to spice things up. at this point, my real emotional support is a dead cactus in the corner. it’s like i ...
ok but I just found out my favorite brand of ramen is suddenly not gluten-free anymore. I picked my sides at the grocery store like it was a reality show elimination, confidently loading my cart. Then, in a twist worthy of an award show, my friend casually dropped the bomb while browsing spices. I literally said, “Wait, what?” and nearly dropped a jar of nutmeg like it was an engagement ring gone wrong.
ok but I just found out my favorite brand of ramen is suddenly not gluten-free anymore. I picked my sides at the grocery store like it was a reality show elimination, confidently loading my cart. Then, in a twist worthy of an award show, my friend casually dropped the bomb while browsing spices. I literally said, “Wait, what?” and nearly dropped a jar of nutmeg like it was an engagement ring gone wrong.
last night, i remembered that time i used to stand in front of the mirror, like, rehearsing my award speech for "best imaginary friend." it was honestly the same routine every night, and i literally practiced saying “you like me, you really like me” but for someone who was never real. i think my true calling was in building delusions, not careers. #childhooddreams #redflags