Category: before
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The Ocean
1994ish I’ve always loved the ocean. One summer, I must have been 16, we had a family trip to the beach. Somehow I was allowed to drive about an hour to pick up my husband (then boyfriend) where his dad had dropped him off. I don’t remember what part of New Jersey that drive was.…
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I know how the story ends
It was a cold winter night where we walked, and walked, and you cried. I remember your face, the piece of tissue I handed you. You didn’t want to tell me what was wrong, what Heather had shared with you. She was your friend. You needed to help her. You were upset that I was…
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Red-Flag Shoes
Wingtip “I would be livid if some other woman sent my husband a gift like that.” That’s what my friends said, when I mentioned to any of them that Heather had sent my husband a pair of wingtip shoes. I’d explain how I don’t think like that. I’d say “They were meant to be for…
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Too Big
In high school, I wrote about him for an English assignment. After years of being bullied, and called out for being fat, I was somehow able to believe him when he told me I was beautiful. Not only that, I was able to write about it and read it out loud in front of my…
Slices of Betrayal 