My mother and father divorced when I was very young. Two years old. Or four. Something like that. Not long after, my mother and I moved out of state. I saw my father on holidays, and during the summer, when I was a kid. When I hit my teen years, it was more during the summer, and maybe Christmas. . . . (More)

Alright. That last entry was a bit of a downer. The email I recieved just sort of broadsided me. I don't know why I even bothered to read it. I shouldn't have. I guess I thought he might be referring to himself in the subject line: "Questions of a Soulless Whore." Lesson learned. Thank you, K, for . . . (More)

It's amazing how some mistakes will reach out of the depths and slap you across the face at random. Just when you think you're starting to get over it. Just when you think you've suffered enough, and the wounds can begin to scar. I deserve it, I suppose. I want to argue. I want to defend myself. I . . . (More)

I almost said "Maybe if we'd had a big, messy break-up it would be different." Then I remembered... We sort of did. What can I say. When I love you, I love you forever. No matter what. I will always be there for you, D. Even when you don't know what you want, or what to do.   The first ti . . . (More)