Being a childless mother

It seems somehow appropriate to be thinking about being a mother, or the fact that I'm not really a mother, on my birthday. Some of you will judge, but that's ok. The last guy I dated (for 2 weeks) wanted me to have his baby. He typed it in a text message in all caps: …

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Being wrong and starting over

You know, I don't mind being wrong. I'm wrong often, and I usually enjoy the opportunity to learn and grow when I find out I'm wrong. But being wrong about being in love sort of sucks. I think that Republican and I were in love for the wrong reasons. Or we thought we were in …

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