"It burns," I cried, tears streaming down my face, sobbing hysterically. I stared hopelessly up at our bedroom walls, painted my favorite shade of mint-green by my loving fiancé."That sucks," he said. "Well, see you later." He picked up his laptop bag and headed out. I lay in bed and writhed

A week after I deleted the last of George's emails, his smiling, bearded face appeared in my Facebook timeline. It was an article about how he'd spent a year as a world-traveling web developer. My stomach shrank. That year was the year we'd spent apart; he circumnavigated the world, ...Continue

I was engaged at 18 years old. It made sense to me at the time, and people didn't tell me that I was off my rocker. Well, some of them didn't. But looking back, I can't believe how naive I was. I took it all so seriously instead of allowing myself to be a teenager. I was a hopelessly ...Continue

I hate divorce. I don't think anybody likes divorce, but I have a visceral aversion to it. I vividly remember my mom explaining the concept to me. She was picking me up from a friend's house, and I had noticed that my friend's father hadn't been home the whole time I was visiting, which I found

During the submission process, the author was not transparent about her relationship with the company that she promotes in this story. - AmberI've always been the kind of person who believes in love more than anything. I honestly believe that love makes us better people, teaches us to be selfless,