Story Name: "My Husband's Dark Secret: The Truth Behind His Identity" Part 2 of 5 I step closer, my heart hammering against my ribs. “Jake?” I call out, trying to mask the tremor in my voice. He turns, his eyes wide, panic flashing across his face. “Uh, hey! Just trying to whip up dinner.” The excuse slips from his lips too easily. I can see the sweat beading at his temples, and my stomach twi...
so, I was just texting my friend about how jealous I am of Caleb Williams and his ridiculous salary. naturally, I took a screenshot of our convo for proof, right? well, I accidentally sent it to him instead. now he thinks I am obsessively plotting ways to make bank. the real kicker? I only make spreadsheets for grocery shopping. guess who is no longer invited to group chats? #CalebWilliamsSalary #...
it's not that i'm jealous or anything. it’s just that when my situationship introduced me to their aunt as "a friend," i pictured our entire life together. like, i had already planned out our Thanksgiving menu and was practicing my speech for the family roast - i was going to claim my spot as the favorite. then i overheard her asking me for my 'Instagram handle' and i froze because— what is an Instagram? is it like a cringy portal to my fantasies? i genuinely considered replying with "i’m just here for the turkey."
it's not that i'm jealous or anything. it’s just that when my situationship introduced me to their aunt as "a friend," i pictured our entire life together. like, i had already planned out our Thanksgiving menu and was practicing my speech for the family roast - i was going to claim my spot as the favorite. then i overheard her asking me for my 'Instagram handle' and i froze because— what is an Instagram? is it like a cringy portal to my fantasies? i genuinely considered replying with "i’m just here for the turkey."
bruh, just found out felix auger-aliassime retired in the first round of the Australian Open, and honestly, it hit me harder than when I found out my favorite restaurant switched their menu. like, there I was, staying loyal to my job, knowing full well they would replace me in a week for someone who’s literally just a spreadsheet. now I’m sitting here imagining felix trying to move while I’m stuck...