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I’ll admit, I struggled with whether to write this piece or not because I don’t want to put someone on blast (even if I haven’t talked to them in ten years and, according to my twin sister, I don’t owe him shit.) Still, if there were ever a wrong way to introduce your partner to your kinky side, this story would be it.

When I was in my early twenties I had a boyfriend. Boyfriend never straight up mentioned he was into BDSM or revealed his fetishes, not even…

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I’ve asked myself this question how many times, but do you ever wonder what your younger, more ambitious self would think of you right now? If you’d have told little me that at thirty-two, I would be staying with my twin instead of being the actor/writer/whatever I wanted to be (or at least independent), I might’ve been embarrassed enough to say my first curse word.

But it’s just the way life needed to turn out. (Isn’t that the case, like…

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My ex-husband and I are still excellent friends. I’m not quite sure how it happened. When we divorced over a year ago, I didn’t expect we’d be sending funny memes to each other or playing video games online. To be truthful, I’d never expected to talk to him again — period — because this is how I imagined splitting up worked.

Didn’t…

Though it happened ten years ago, I still remember the exact moments before the crash. My phone was in my lap when the notification came in — a picture of a hat for that year’s Halloween costume.

Yes, I totaled my car to the point of pile-of-twisted-metal status and could’ve killed someone over a text about a hat. And no, it wasn’t worth it.

Did you know 77% of adults and 55% of teenage drivers say they can easily manage texting while driving? I used to think I was one of them until this day in question. In fact…

A lot of mouths dropped when my husband and I broke up for good. The two of us never fought, went on dates every week, shared the same sense of humor. As for the man himself, many considered him cute, sweet, attentive — a 10/10 catch. I grew accustomed to saying, “I’m aware,” when people commented on my luck.

“Plus, you’re going to make some beautiful babies with that one,” they’d add.

And this presented as the crack in our “pristine” foundation — kids.

Not children in a direct sense, no. Communicating took first place as the real issue. (Surprise…

I’ve been thinking for the last few months now how many “difficult” individuals are out there. And how, to many people, I’m one of them.

Why hide it? The graveyard’s been full for years.

The first time I realized my behavior’s affects six years ago, I got myself kicked out of a lead role in a theater festival mid-run and replaced — and everyone knew.

And I can’t say I didn’t deserve what happened.

Maybe you can relate to the “difficult” part. (It’s not the worst thing people have called me).

Let’s be real. You either are hard to be…

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While I’m not always nice, when I am, I’m very friendly. It’s a trait I’ve come to accept.

And all my life, my friendliness has often been, we’ll say, “misconstrued”.

I know I can’t be the only one this happens to.

So, you might understand what I felt as I blinked at my sister after her special announcement.

The nice people downstairs redoing her kitchen wanted to have a foursome with me.

Yeah, I’d thought, “where the hell did that come from?” too.

Accounting principles…