Painter is unsafe and dangerous for me because I struggle to see her for what she does. I sometimes forget how skillful -- and willing -- she is at getting other people to carry her water.
59: Thoughts on Kindness and Toxicity
58: Four Years of Stories
Four years and time marches on.
57: Stories of Reconciliation
When I say, "through this grief and loss, I gained far more than I lost," I recognize what I am saying. I may romanticize and idealize Painter and our relationship, but I also realize how much that relationship cost me and how much I gained now that it is over.
55: Zero Sum Love, Redux
You are, however, not perfect. But neither is anyone else.
54: Stories of A Facebook Crush
Recently I made a statement on my Twitter thread that I had a FB crush. Like so much of what I write on Twitter, it was intended as a comma on a particular moment. Perhaps, I shouldn't have said anything?
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