It had been a couple of weeks. Just long enough that I wasn’t sobbing every day. This could be good, I realized. I had gotten so attached to him, and perhaps that had been foolish. Page cared about me. There were other guys who cared about me. And maybe I had just fallen in love with the wr...  read more

“Why don’t you just leave?” He asked, angrily, one day. So I did. I turned, and left. With each step I took down the hallway of his apartment, I imagined him rushing to catch me. I imagined him grabbing my arm, pulling me back to him. I imagined him saying, “don’t go.” I imagined him sayin...  read more

One night, not long after New Years, we went to the River Rock Bar. Coralee was there. Peter had made comments before that confused me, about how he didn’t like her. I didn’t understand. She was funny and confident and beautiful and kind. Peter would say that she was a slut, which was ridicu...  read more