Regret Was Part Of Your Name
He molested my big sister and then 20 years later, he married my mom.
He molested my big sister and then 20 years later, he married my mom.
I stared at my best friend through his newly-broken windshield and was convinced it was his fault that I threw the shovel.
I was so nervous my dog would eat my resume that I printed out five of them and hid them in various places around the house, only to come home to my dress shoes in pieces sprawled across the floor.
I thought about hitting him, but letting him live with himself was much sweeter.
When my "innocent" best friend decided to go as for as she did on her first date, it shattered the image I always held of her and simultaniously planted the doubts that destroyed the friendship we had built for ages.
Some of my friends made me so mad today that I think I just might keep the Christmas presents I just wrapped for them.
He thought the slap I gave him was just an experiment in light S and M, but it was actually the anger of the past few months that I had to release in order to bring myself to sleep with him.
He knows that I'm in love with him but he still tried to hook up with my sister just to hurt me.
Every time he tells me that by not making a choice I am actually making a choice, I want to take his face and grind it into the floor before tearing his clothes off and smothering him with kisses.
She looked up from her toy and said, "Daddy, why do you get so angry?"
It makes me angry and sad that every time I go visit my pregnant friend, she's always drunk, and she thinks I'm the one with the drinking problem.
I was teaching on 9/11, and after I dismissed my students, for a long time afterward I couldn't interact with any of them without wondering if I would eventually read that they had "died in the service of their country."
Sometimes when I get really mad I imagine myself yelling at countries, saying things like "Switzerland, you jerk!"
When I told him how I beat the hell out of a guy in a fight earlier that week, what I was really saying was "Stay away from my girlfriend, neither of us like you, you creepy fuck."
President Bush killed my father, a soldier whose burned remains are now a part of the Iraqi desert landscape, and I, longing to fit in by supporting something I did not understand, was stupid enough to vote for him the previous year.