not gonna lie, I just wrote a four-paragraph manifesto about how much I hate the smell of canned peas. it felt great to let it all out, but as I sat there, my roommate walked in. she asked why I had a TED talk about a vegetable and then proceeded to bring home a can. i mean, what happens next is...
Story Name: "My Husband Hired a PI, but He Ended Up Wanting Me" Part 1 of 3 I stand in the living room, breathless. The air feels electric, thick with betrayal. My husband, Mark, sits at the kitchen table, a stack of papers spread wide. His face is serious, too serious. “Why did you hire a private investigator?” My voice trembles, almost a whisper. I can’t believe I’m asking the question, yet ...
if you feel like you are wading through thick mud right now, just know that it is okay to take it one step at a time. every little effort you make matters and will lead you towards clearer paths ahead. #HopeExists #KeepGoing
if you feel like you are wading through thick mud right now, just know that it is okay to take it one step at a time. every little effort you make matters and will lead you towards clearer paths ahead. #HopeExists #KeepGoing
Story Name: "My Husband Hired a PI, but He Ended Up Wanting Me" Part 2 of 3 I take a shaky breath and move closer to Mark. “You hired someone to spy on me?” My voice trembles, thick with hurt. He looks up, eyes reflecting regret, but there’s something else lurking beneath. “I thought you were hiding something, Leah.” “I’m hiding nothing!” I spit back, anger bubbling. Then, there's that linge...