Erin Khar

Early Monday morning, while waiting to have blood drawn in my doctor’s office, I was scrolling through my Facebook news feed. One friend had posted about feeling heartbroken.

I’ve been in a lesbian relationship for two years. The first six months were amazing. After that, she began pulling away from me in small ways. At first, she gave me fewer compliments. Then, we started having sex less, going out together less, in general spending less time together.

You’ve met someone who you actually like. There you are, on your first date, and you think, I can’t believe how well this is going.

It’s funny how you leave one toxic relationship for another. Is it that I deserve this treatment? No one deserves to be treated with such disrespect. In my mind I know that. In my heart, I know that also. My libido on the other hand, has a different attitude.

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He keeps telling me not to worry, that he’s “not like the others.” I’m starting to think he hates me and he doesn’t want to be in this relationship. It’s only been a little over a month.

By now, unless you are a true Luddite, you’ve heard about yet another vile thing that Donald Trump did. During this entire election process, he’s proven himself to be a narcissistic, bigoted, racist, misogynist. This isn’t shocking. I feel like my head is going to explode.

“This might be a little uncomfortable,” my doctor said. I put my headphones in and clutched my iPhone, turning the volume up on my white noise app, and braced myself for another D&C.

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On Sunday, my husband was in the shower. He left his phone on our bed, which he never does. It lit up with a text from “S.” That’s the name that popped up, “S.” Something about it bothered me. Before I had time to think about it, I was typing in his password, which he has never changed, and read the text which was explicit and made it clear that this person, S, had not only seen my husband’s penis, but had done things with it.