He told me he could say that “because he was gay”. And no, he wasn’t being cute.

Photo courtesy of the author. I call this look “The Offender”

I have a question for you. Have you ever been so astounded by the words spewing from someone’s mouth all you could do was stare?

I ask because I found an old shirt in my closet today, black, long-sleeved, low-cut, one I wore as a uniform when I used to…

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People forget that men can be abused, too.

The man who lives next door is a sweetheart. Or at least to me he is. Handsome, young, dark hair, and a smile that’ll make you blush. My dog loves him. From what I can tell he’s a nice guy, if a little sad behind the eyes.

I hadn’t seen…

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A hard truth from someone who should’ve walked away from the start

I still remember the exact moment I should’ve walked away from my now ex-husband. We were at Dave and Buster’s having a chat over some microwaved bar nachos. It was our third date. The one where you lob a few softballs that’ll help weed out if you’re a match.

Do…

custom art by the talented ratih_tri95 on Instagram.

There are a few things I’d like to say to the woman screaming at the gas station cashier

Ten minutes after I walked into that 7–11 I thought I was on one of those hidden game shows like “What Would You Do?”.

It didn’t take long for this lady to freak out in line. When she came in, she seemed pleasant enough, holding her daughter’s hand as they…

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If we don’t stand up for each other who will?

I’d gone to a Halloween haunt at a theme park with a small group on our day off from work when I met him. We met by the bathrooms to say hello and figure out which maze we’d visit first.

Even though I saw him in the break room many…

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Sometimes it’s the little things that really do matter

My husband and I were sitting at what once was our kitchen table, doing our post-post-mortem talk. Not the one directly after the end of the relationship but once you’ve had a couple of weeks and can speak without bursting into tears or yelling.

We’d talked about so many things…

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Sometimes the worst thing you can do to someone is really the best

Years ago, I used to answer phones for an escort service. I also happened to be a “flirt girl” for my boss’ side hustle. The job was pretty straightforward.

Lonely men looking for a conversation instead of sex would call in. They’d pay a premium to chat with young women…

It chills me to know people think women are “dispensable”

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Note from the author: Please enjoy this audio recording of the story narrated by me. Thank you for stopping by! (I couldn’t get it to embed, sorry!)

https://soundcloud.com/evelyn-martinez-140292941/i-wish-i-never-knew-their-thoughts-about-women

The one with the most teardrop tattoos and the leader was like a son to my manager at one of the bars…

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Can’t people just like people?

“So, do you still think you like girls?”

My mom asked this today when she called to check in on me, as she does a few times a week. The question came out of nowhere. …

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Trust me, you don’t want to be a poop leaver.

It started with a text message Saturday morning from the wonderful front office staff at my new apartment.

Pet owners, click here! It said. Something like that. Only the contents mattered anyway. …

Evelyn Martinez

Former blackjack dealer. Reader beware — you’re in for a scare!-R.L. Stine. Email: eviemwrites@gmail.com

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