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If I toasted to the number of times that you teased me like a sister, my cheeks would flush from the drink, but I suppose accidents happen on one way streets, when someone changes direction.

You didn’t attend my wedding, but you did give me away.

I would have loved to have remained your one-of-the-guys-girl forever, but instead you now see me as taken, like little boxes in the human game of “Go” -surrounded, and captured.

I never felt like the spoils of war, until you treated my marriage as s… Continue

I can’t breathe, nor quell the cough in my chest. I stale the air just by being in the room. Coated in sweat, my hair drenched and pulled away from my face, there is nobody in this world that I would want to see me; for, I am surely an atrocity. Deleriously, the image of my teenaged self in front of the mirror, making sure every hair is perfect so as not to risk being looked over and then looked past at the spring formal, floats fleetingly through wavering consciousness.

Then I feel him pour hi… Continue

The audible click of the door, and shuffle of his small sleeper across the blue and yellow floor, painted with zoo animals, was pouncing on her patience; one of these nights he’d surely wake his brand new baby brother, and she couldn’t stand a minute more crying.

The murmur over the monitor of the three year old’s newly found voice sounded like magic and wind, but the whispered words were indiscernibly cryptic.

“Colin, you need to stop going into Josh’s room at night,” his mother said, exhaust… Continue

He thanked me for all the purple “push! push!! push!!!” pushing with banana chocolate chip pancakes.

In consideration for the up every three hours, “you’ll be able to complete a thought next year” life devoid of REM sleep, I was the recipient of an hour long massage.

For being the one to take showers never lasting any longer than five minutes, and for being first on the scene to rescue her from “I rolled over early, but hate being on my stomach and hence my whole life right now” wails, I got s… Continue

Each of the ladies had brought some sort of dainty to the affair, even those horrendous little rolled sandwiches that are pink and green and taste like...pink and green.

Their pastries were all rolled up and pinched neatly with a dash of congratulations; however, the egg salad had a palpable smidgeon of suspicion, for none of them believed that it was going to last.

She was dressed in something itchy, since she was always too meek to tell her mother that she hated the outfit picked out; usuall… Continue