"Just leave the wicked bitch of the east Mimsy, and find your happiness again."
I refused to sleep with him. You might not believe me, but for several months I absolutely refused. I insisted on taking the moral high-ground and refused to cross that line. I can't do that again, I told myself. I can't be the side chick again, I reminded myself. Despite my previous transgressions, I apparently... Continue Reading →
"She never bothered me, and as far as I could tell she loved him. Maybe not for who or what he was, but there was some type of love/obsession there."