When my life took a "detour" at 18 years old, I coined myself a "detourist." My detour was a decade full of surgeries and medical crises when a coma my senior year of high school changed my world forever.That was my detour. But everyone has a "detour" in life – something that doesn't go as we plan.

I am single. This is not particularly noteworthy, as lots of people are single, but as someone who spent ages 19-29 coupled up, it feels like a bigger deal than it should. If you want to get technical about it, I'm still legally married, but I am living alone, and "seeing other people," and have a

A normal part a break-up scenario is the realization that the other person will eventually move on and there will be a day when you have to look that reality in the face and deal with it. But after dating someone for two years and being "in love" and even seriously talking about marriage, two

After several attempts at making our relationship work, my ex and I finally decided to part ways. The breakup was not amicable; had we called it quits a couple of months prior, things probably wouldn't have become so hostile. However, we were obsessed with each other. Or rather, we were obsessed

At first, I thought the stars had aligned.Tim* and I began talking one day in the office. Up until that point, I hadn't really noticed him. He was quiet and didn't interact with many of our other coworkers. But he possessed a great sense of humor, and once we started chatting, we didn't stop. He