Category Archive: Sex Lies and Bacon: A Blogvel Part II

Jul
24

Why ‘He’s Good To Me’ Isn’t Enough To Keep Me In A Relationship

A woman who...

My friends liked him. My parents liked him. Hell, I even liked him. But none of that deterred me from making a swift exit from our relationship last week. When we starting seeing each other eight weeks prior, I had my reservations about getting serious with him. Sure he was fun to drink with(WOOT), emotionally …

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Jun
02

Taking A Break For Love

Heart Shaped Bacon Glasses

It was a great date. The kind you walk away from with hope and anticipation for a second. The conversation was easy, not to mention I found him ridiculously attractive – but I couldn’t really tell if he was feeling me as much as I was him. He walked me to my car after. I …

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May
08

Someone Needs To Be The Hero

Hero Mom with Bacon

I opened my mouth to speak to him, only to have him roll his eyes at me and grin. “Fuck you, motherfucker” was what I wanted to scream, but the mediator had already explained the rules, and within them were clauses against shouting and profanity. I could feel the tears of anger begin to well …

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Apr
24

Get Your Shit Together…

Bathroom stall with bacon

“Why won’t you just give him what he wants?” the mediator asked, condescendingly. Was this REALLY happening to me? It took channeling every ounce of courage I’d ever had to get myself to the Courthouse that morning. The anxiety I’d felt over having to face my ex without my shield of a lawyer nearly paralyzed …

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Apr
08

You Never Know How Strong You Are…

Mailbox Bacon

How could I have known that pulling a manila envelope out of my mailbox would change me forever? But it did – because it set into motion a series of events that scared the shit out of me, yet also presented me with a huge opportunity to face my fears and grow. My hands began …

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Mar
24

What Fifty Shades Of Gray Didn’t Tell Me

S&M with Bacon

I wondered if either one of us was going to have the balls to make a move. Over an hour had passed since we started watching football, and there was still a decent amount of space between us on his couch. After weeks of talking, all I wanted was for him to kiss me so …

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