Sex and Tampa Bay

It’s been over a year since the ex and I talked. As most of you know, things ended sort of badly. I’ve tried to talk to him in the last year, but have been ignored.
Which is probably for the best since I’m addicted to him like Jeff Conway is to pain pills.
But here’s the sitch: […]

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While cleaning out my closet, looking for my f’ugg (faux ugg) boots, I found the Big Box of Lies.
AKA, my box of love letters from the ex.

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The ex dumped me on Oscar Night.
We would always watch the show together, even competing on who could predict the most winners. It was one of the cute things we’d do together that made us seem like the perfect couple.
Hell, we were the perfect couple. Seriously. We never fought. We loved spending time together. We […]

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