“Pretty young, though not too young, divorced by choice and not in crisis, officially seeking… a sleeping partner. Ideally, one who snores just lightly—enough to harmonize with my own nighttime serenades—and who won’t bolt when I have 3 a.m. panic attacks about imaginary burglars or sudden existential dread. Oh, and those who make coffee first thing in the morning? You’ll go straight to the top of the list.”
Where did this sudden “ad” come from, you ask? Let me explain.
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Friendship between two people can be a beautiful thing. Sublime, even. You meet for coffee, support each other through rough patches, share secrets you swore you’d never tell another soul. But let’s be honest — friendship with an ex? That’s a rare bird. Not impossible, just… rare. Like snow in the Sahara.
Because how exactly do you go from being everything in someone’s life to becoming almost nothing — and be okay with it?
Nope. I’m not wired for that kind of downgrade. I can’t. And truthfully, I don’t even want to be friends with my ex. Read more
I’m in the middle of a book about marriage—borrowed from a friend, like many of life’s biggest questions. Marriage has always stirred something in me. Not just curiosity, but a kind of restless wonder. Among all the existential questions that occasionally camp out in my mind, a few wear wedding rings.
I still remember a moment from my teenage years—one of those imprints that time doesn’t blur. My mother, with her unshakable realism, said to me: “Every marriage looks perfect from the outside. But once you’re inside, there’s no guarantee that your home will ever feel truly peaceful again. Arguments creep in when you least expect them—usually over children or money.” Read more