There was a day I would have died for you. Now all I think about are ways to kill you.

I'm with a man that treats me like I'm his option and I'm falling for another man that treats me like I'm his priority.

I was sexual abused by my grandfather, my stepfather and my brother. At 57 I wake up hoping it's the last day.

I find satisfaction in a good, solid, hefty dump. In fact, some days, that provides my only sense of accomplishment.

A few years ago I put dog food in my husbands dinner, and he still doesn't know about it. He cheated on me though, so he deserves whatever I "dish" out.