Mia
It's not every day you turn on talk radio to hear the boy you loved trashing the time you spent together.
It's not every day you turn on talk radio to hear the boy you loved trashing the time you spent together.
A lesson learned is don't ever post anything on your website that you don't want your sister-in-law to steal from you and use against your brother.
"Staying together for the kids" gained a whole new meaning last night.
For future reference, "just friends" don't feel each other up on the living room floor.
He knows that I'm in love with him but he still tried to hook up with my sister just to hurt me.
I was her babysitter, her superhero, her mentor, her protector, her beloved father-figure all her life up to the day I molested her.
While on some level I regret reading her diary, knowing its contents saved me from many years of great unhappiness.
After 10 years of listening to him mourn it turned out his first wife wasn't dead, she'd left him.
I knew as I walked out, you'd make sure your brother and sister were safe, but I never expected you to survive your childhood.
She was my favorite cousin and my best friend, but that didn't stop her from screwing my fiance then marrying him.
The lies exploded as you stammered to defend yourself but in the process I found myself to be bored with the whole being that was you.
In just those four words written on a brightly glowing computer screen, I realised that I'd lost the ability to trust anybody ever again.