I recently had the opportunity to cheat on My Boyfriend.
Now before you all get riled up, no, I didn’t put myself in a compromising position. I wasn’t at a bar slinking across a velvet lounger with the thin strap of my sparkly dress falling fetchingly off my shoulder, laughing lightly and sipping a cosmo that was bought for me by a charming gentleman leaning into me on said lounger.
It wasn’t like that.
Continue reading Strangers (Sort of), In The Night.
“You make my job easy, Tracey,” Dr. Shay said as he placed my chart on his desk and sat down across from me. “Everything looks good. So. What else is going on?”
We’d just finished up my yearly physical, but since he is more of a “360 View” type doctor, Dr. Shay would always chat with me afterwards to make sure there was nothing else on my mind that could be affecting my health. That’s why I knew during my lunch with Sheri, when I was getting so hysterical about my long-distance situation, that I should probably go see him.
Continue reading Detour.
“Okay. Tell me. What is it?” Sheri asked as she pulled the lid off her soup cup.
I opened my cheese sandwich and removed the wilted lettuce. I placed it in a pile on my plate with a deep sigh.
“This is not going as I’d hoped,” I said.
“What do you mean?”
We’d met for lunch between our two offices so we could fill each other in on the latest news of our lives. We usually order our meals ahead of time at Chipotle so we can avoid the extensive line and just pick up our food and grab a table. But we’d been running late on our plans and had to settle for a mediocre diner instead.
Continue reading And We’re Off to a Greeeeat Start.
“You know what’s funny?” I asked Bree. I then pulled my jacket tighter around my chest.
“What’s that?” she asked. She then blew on her hands to warm them.
We’d just finished seeing ‘Gone Girl,’ (which is an awesome movie to see if you’re having any problems in your relationship, as when you leave you’ll feel like, ‘well, at least we’re not as fucked up as those people’). Initially we’d hopped into a cab after the movie, but the traffic had been so bad we’d abandoned that plan once we hit our neighborhood. This was a wise idea as we were now moving faster, but also an unwise idea because it was freakin’ freezing outside.
Continue reading The Day After The Happily Ever After. Part Two.
I often wish I was one of those people who, when faced with a period of uncertainty, would make it a point to get extra sleep, eat nourishing, empowering meals and meditate quietly on how everything happens for a reason and so therefore, there is no reason to worry.
But as we all know, I’m not.
Continue reading My Ex Comes to Visit. Part Two.
I was ready.
At least, I had been ready. That morning.
Now that evening, I was sick with anxiety.
I’d spent the day cleaning my apartment, getting a much needed, much resented manicure, and drinking an exorbitant amount of coffee to keep me going. I was too nervous to eat but by 9pm, I was becoming dizzy from lack of nourishment and excessive caffeine, so I shoveled in a handful of Fritos.
Of course, that was when the downstairs buzzer went off.
Continue reading …One.
“You’ve run out of chances, Tracey. This is it.”
“I know,” I said in a small voice.
“The next time you do this, the next time you say you’re out, I’m going to take you at your word.”
“I know,” I said quickly. “And I promise, promise it won’t happen again.”
Continue reading Repeat Performance.
“So, have you been sssssssexting?”
“What?” I was engrossed in RJ’s credit card statement, trying to reconcile his expenses.
“Sssssssexting,” Archie said again. He leaned over my office cube wall. “You and Jonathan. Have you been sssssssexting?”
I looked up at him. “Why are you saying it like that?”
“Because it makes it sound ssssssssexy.”
I squinted at him. “Are you drunk right now?”
Continue reading Business As Usual.