Love Anonymous is a series by Willow Hawthorn, addressing issues in her recovery process for an addiction to love. What follows is her account on Making Amends. by Willow Hawthorn While I was still with my partner, he attempted sobriety. He started diligently and enthusiastically working the steps, but relapse after relapse, he’d find himself at rock bottom once again. Eventually, I knew …
Roses are Red, Violets are Blue, this Relationship is Not Black and White: Surviving Valentine’s Day When You’re Not “Official” by Julia Gibson Valentine’s day is here, and it’s nearly impossible to be unaware of the holiday. When you are bombarded with red and pink decorations and extravagant Hallmark displays when you leave the house, it’s hard not to feel the …
by Willow Hawthorn My dating life has followed a pattern for roughly the last decade: I find a guy after 8 months of being single then we spend a night, a weekend, and once, five and a half years together. Once or twice I ended it, but the ones who walked, or faded, away stick with me the most. I spend …
by Claire CasaSanta “I was in the middle before I knew that I had begun” is not only a quote from Jane Austen’s beloved novel Pride and Prejudice but is also a quote that accurately describes my college love life thus far. I started by playing into ideas gleaned from movies about college wherein students stereotypically have a more liberal dating …
by Liza Walter I sat watching pizza grease drip off Deb’s chin. “Come on, so what else happened? Did he ever come back that night? You take forever to finish a story!” Deb complained. “No, that’s it Debbie Downer.” “You know I hate that.” She pointed her pizza at me like a weapon. “Anyway, that’s it. If fate wants us …
by Liza Walter “Deb, where did you go last night?” I whispered into the phone so Doris wouldn’t hear. She was 82, and very old fashioned. Swearing and girly escapades were not something she was fond of. “You were too busy with Mr. Black Hair Guy. I waved over to you that I was leaving with Jeff. That guy I …
by Liza Walter He was all I could think of. Tall, jet black hair with copper eyes that made your stomach turn to mush when he gazed at you. That’s as far as I made it in my book before I fell asleep the night before it happened. The next afternoon, I sat at my desk, fantasizing about a fictional …
by Dina Nina Martinez The other night I was hanging out with one of my friends at a local bar. We were having a great time and entertaining everyone around us with our effervescent personalities. At one point a moderately handsome gentleman engaged me in conversation. I drunkenly tried to present a point about some political subject. I was doing …
