"Cowboy movies, infidelity, regrets, and moving on."
“What?” I could barely believe my ears. Bob's revelation stunned me; he was not only complicit in hiding Ella's secrets, but he had convinced our neighbors, too?Bob nodded. “Not all of them. Some of them had already decided to… well,...
"Cowboy movies, infidelity, regrets, and moving on."
I stood in front of the office building for almost an hour before he came out. Once, I had wronged him and ruined his life. Now, another had done likewise to me, in the same manner, and almost exactly twelve...
"Sometimes, you just marry the wrong person."
Cassandra was ready on time, dressed in a blood-red choker, black minidress, biker jacket, and a pair of heavy boots with enough buckles, studs, and zippers to make a Cenobite proud. Her jet-black hair was hanging loose down her back,...
"Sometimes, you just marry the wrong person."
My ex-wife was a lying, cheating, gold-digging slut.Some might say that statement lacks nuance. That people are complex. They have desires, dreams, histories, motives, loves and hates. There are reasons that people do the things they do, and reducing them...
"Fuck. Why did I agree to this?"
Ty and Kylie had a nice kitchen. A nice house, truth be told, but the kitchen really was a standout: stainless steel everything, marble countertops, and an impressive cookware collection hanging on the rack over the island. Great view out...
"Adjusting to our new normal"
Beth and I were distant for the next few weeks. Not in a cool, uncaring way, but still giving each other more space than we had before. That was difficult at times; she couldn’t drive, and it was possible she’d...
"A hated wife's coma becomes a chrysalis for a new life"
“I’m sorry, but we just don’t know.”That phrase, and its myriad variations, was one I’d heard a lot in the past three months. That’s how long Liz had been in her coma. She was driving home late from her office,...
"Putting my best friend's theory to the test"
“You didn’t know it was a costume party either, huh, Henry?”Even through the noise, I’d recognize that voice anywhere; I turned, wide-eyed, towards its source. “Tabitha?” My old gaming buddy grinned broadly at me, then launched herself into my arms....
"Sarah tries to figure out what to do next"
We didn’t hang out. He didn’t call. I didn’t text. I’d say that I didn’t wait by the phone, but it's the 21st century; it stayed glued to my hand as I doomscrolled Twitter and compared myself to people on...
"Sarah finds love in the unlikeliest of places."
I never expected to be a barfly, but it turned out to be a pretty good life choice.Six-year-old Sarah expected to be a Disney princess. Hell, I looked like one; Snow White, to be specific: black hair, pale complexion, rosy...