Lessons in a Bottle: What I Learned as the Child of an Addict.
I learned that there comes a time when being kind to another is being unkind to myself. When the hurt becomes overwhelming, we must leave.
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Monica Torres
9 Steps of Love Addicts Anonymous: Achieving Sobriety After a Breakup.
The pillar of sobriety is not restraint or abstinence, it is investment. Having invested so much in another for so long, we must now give back to ourselves.
“You Intimidate Him” And Other Laughable Bullshit We Tell Ourselves.
He was not intimidated by you or 'too immature' or 'too busy' or 'not ready for commitment' (my absolute favorite), he just did not love you.
I Cordially Invite You to Celebrate the Non-Traditional Woman.
As an independent woman with no intention of having a husband or sex trophies, I celebrate the wanderers and the warriors -- the women who charge into life as if it were a battle. I honor the women who belong to no one and live life for themselves, creating their own happiness along the way.
I Am Not the Woman You Will Grow Old with.
I do not always find happiness in commitment or until death do us part -- I leave when my heart is beckoned elsewhere. The need to grow and find new adventures is sometimes greater than my will to stay. Although I have given pieces of myself to others throughout my journey, my heart beats ...
Her Spirit Runs Wild. {poetry}
There is no time to wish upon shooting stars
For he loves me, he loves me not
She plucks each and every petal with no worry of the thorns
She would rather bleed and lick her paw than cower from danger
Her spirit, once shackled, now runs wild
She is feral and untamed
Choose to Rewrite Happily Ever After.
I chose to fill my void with what I loved before I lost myself in the fuck-boy abyss. I chose to spend time traveling, reading, exploring different spiritualities, meeting new people. I chose to live for myself, and abandon my Disney-induced little-girl dreams. I chose a fairy tale in which the ...
Warm Milk. {poetry}
This loves makes men of boys and little girls of women
This love is quiet but ever-present
This love is born from vengeance but blooms with sincerity
Darling. {poetry}
I swallow the rest of my wine, and slide the lip-stained glass to the bartender
I lean over and touch her arm as my matte black nails drag softly over her skin
She turns her attention away from the poor sap who never stood a chance