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Anonymous
I Write Stories About People I Know
This site is not fiction for me. I change names. I change cities. The bones are real and nobody has recognized themselves yet.
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Anonymous
I Reacted to My Ex's Post With a Fire Emoji
He posted a gym selfie at 11 p.m. My finger did it before my brain. His girlfriend replied with a skull emoji. I have not slept.
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Anonymous
I Only Married Him for Stability
He is kind. He is faithful. He is not the one who makes me forget to breathe. I said yes anyway because rent in this city is violence.
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Anonymous
I Sleep With My Ex's Hoodie Still
We broke up four years ago. I am engaged now. The hoodie is frayed and smells less like him every month and I cannot throw it away.
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Anonymous
I Let My Best Friend's Husband Drive Me Home
Wine dinner. She went to bed early. He offered a ride. We sat in the driveway twenty minutes and I wanted to be the villain of my own story.
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Anonymous
We Have a Don't Ask Don't Tell Rule
Open in practice, closed in conversation. He has his nights. I have mine. The rule is we never describe the room we leave.
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My Secretary Knows and Says Nothing
I book the same hotel using the corporate card with codes she recognizes. She schedules \"client dinners\" that are not clients.
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Anonymous
I Fantasize About Being Caught
Not by my partner—by someone who would look at me like I finally exist. The fantasy is specific and has never happened and might ruin me if it did.
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I Told My Wife I Was Asexual
It was a lie to cover low desire caused by an affair I had ended. She believed me. She stopped initiating. I miss her touch and deserve the silence.
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Anonymous
My Daughter's Soccer Coach Smiles Too Long
I am thirty-seven. He is maybe twenty-eight. I volunteer for snack schedule to stand near the field and hate myself politely.
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