Perhaps I wasn't going crazy after all. Perhaps I was just becoming a writer.
What was God thinking when he created a guy this handsome? He wasn't a gift to womankind, he was a torture device.
Even the plants in Arizona wanted to hurt you.
Guys can smell desperation. It triggers an instinct in them to run far and fast so they aren't around when a woman starts peeling apart her heart.
The next level. As though dating were a computer game.
Perhaps selling your children, your future, just happened one bad decision at a time.