sex
In continuing to sleep with my ex, I am doing myself zero favors. Zero.
sex tapes
Sometimes I want to be a sex-crazed, 23-year-old party girl again, if only for 12 minutes and 31 seconds.
divorce
You can finally hear your own voice again. Plus you no longer have to constantly initiate sex, and hallelujah: no more obligatory birthday blowjobs.
dating
Ah, the glory of the insta-relationship -- we didn’t have to waste time with trivial things like getting to know each other or falling in love.
exes
Here's a confession: I still talk to every single one of my exes.
facebook
breakups
I broke a guy’s heart AND stole his Yo MTV Raps Bel Biv Devoe card.
you are the advice columnist
I really don't know what to do and now I constantly feel unsafe both at my workplace and at my home.
boyfriends
I called his office, he told me that his phone died, that he forgot his charger at home. He’d call me later. 10 days of nothing. He disappeared.
breakups
It irks me to know that the layers of my character are being dissected and studied by his film class. The only person I ever OK'ed to analyze my psyche was my therapist.
exes
exes
Some people think it’s bizarre; others call it modern or mature.
thought catalog
Everyone seems to have one, but no one seems to be one, or want to admit they are, or know that they are. But we do exist. And we are human beings.
facebook
Tell me you haven't done this and I'll show you a LIAR, my friend.
in

Aug 27, 2013 at 11:00am | 192 comments

the frisky
The short answer: Time heals all wounds. The long answer? Well, that’s a little more complicated.
thought catalog
If you see them, and they see you, don’t pretend you didn’t see them.
dating
As I’m getting older and attempting to better myself, I foresee the things I once found annoying yet tolerable (i.e., thinks weddings are bullshit, hates to read, refuses to have a dog) turning into total deal-breakers.
exes
“Boundaries! Boundaries!” my therapist prompts. This has been her battle cry since the beginning of the divorce. I’m starting to see her point.
in

Jul 5, 2013 at 10:00am | 79 comments

ihtm
How could my cherished and super-lovely professional boyfriend have pined for a woman who made a career out of selling sex?

 And if she fucked guys for a living, was she far better in bed than me?
divorce
My ex had a terrific idea: Why not throw me a funeral-themed divorce/goodbye party? In hindsight, this, in no way, sounds like a good idea.
in

May 10, 2013 at 2:30pm | 82 comments

revenge
One night, as we were “text-fighting,” he texted me with “Lose 10lbs and then talk shit on me.” So I publicly shamed him.
hit it first
The whole sad affair got me to thinking about all the sorry clowns out there who could potentially throw a bitter wrench all up in my flow.