This whole series is becoming one of the most riveting books I've read in a while, and I'm studying the Cold War and espionage. It also makes me regret never writing about the most complex, insane relationship I ever had. She and I had so much in common, both bisexual and aspiring opera singers and poets and for three years our own little insane folie a deux. She was literally the smartest person I've ever known and the most manipulative, yet today is living her life as a voice teacher and mom in the suburban Midwest, with a very attentive husband who, despite being clearly brilliant in his own right, likely has no idea who he's dealing with. But. She'd probably sue me. Not that you needed to know any of that. BUT YOU'RE SO GOOD I FEEL COMPELLED TO SHARE, LAUREN.
I'm SO intrigued! If you ever end up writing about this relationship, even if you never publish it, please promise to send it my way. Also, it always amazes me when spouses aren't aware of who they married, like finding out they married a serial killer. The psychopaths walk among us.
Sometimes I wish I could post gifs on this app as words sometimes fail to properly communicate the feelings. As a side note, I’ve come to the realization while following this story that my brain believes that apartment living in LA is basically Melrose Place. 💁🏻♂️🤷🏻♀️
I’d happily let you read it. Long story short, things ended when we both were attracted to another person then that third person and I realized we were being played like chess pieces. Oh, and though we’d had an intense relationship, things got violent in the breakup when she punched me in the chest so hard I had bruises for weeks. She was just 5’1” and I’m 6’0” but I considered calling the cops—only to realize that A: I could be pretty infuriating and B: She would put on her innocent preacher’s daughter act and these small Southern college town cops would consider me a weak moron.
This whole series is becoming one of the most riveting books I've read in a while, and I'm studying the Cold War and espionage. It also makes me regret never writing about the most complex, insane relationship I ever had. She and I had so much in common, both bisexual and aspiring opera singers and poets and for three years our own little insane folie a deux. She was literally the smartest person I've ever known and the most manipulative, yet today is living her life as a voice teacher and mom in the suburban Midwest, with a very attentive husband who, despite being clearly brilliant in his own right, likely has no idea who he's dealing with. But. She'd probably sue me. Not that you needed to know any of that. BUT YOU'RE SO GOOD I FEEL COMPELLED TO SHARE, LAUREN.
I'm SO intrigued! If you ever end up writing about this relationship, even if you never publish it, please promise to send it my way. Also, it always amazes me when spouses aren't aware of who they married, like finding out they married a serial killer. The psychopaths walk among us.
That dead dog on the side of the road is such a good metaphor
Literal perfection.
Sometimes I wish I could post gifs on this app as words sometimes fail to properly communicate the feelings. As a side note, I’ve come to the realization while following this story that my brain believes that apartment living in LA is basically Melrose Place. 💁🏻♂️🤷🏻♀️
Nothing better than a well placed gif. And my neighbors are truly the best, we all became close during the pandemic and now we hang out all the time.
The pic of your journal reminded me of the CrossFit diaries, those were hilarious 😆
Ah yes, the good old days and my love/hate relationship with burpees and wall balls
I’d happily let you read it. Long story short, things ended when we both were attracted to another person then that third person and I realized we were being played like chess pieces. Oh, and though we’d had an intense relationship, things got violent in the breakup when she punched me in the chest so hard I had bruises for weeks. She was just 5’1” and I’m 6’0” but I considered calling the cops—only to realize that A: I could be pretty infuriating and B: She would put on her innocent preacher’s daughter act and these small Southern college town cops would consider me a weak moron.