Relationship Crossroads

There are six of us. We've been friends for twelve years, since a shared apartment and no money and a lot of bad decisions that are funny now. Somewhere along the way we all got jo...

I've spent the last three Christmases at my partner's family's house. I want to be accurate about this: I like them. Her mother is funny in a dry way that took me a year to catch. ...

The ring is in my sock drawer. Not loose — in the box, wrapped inside a pair of socks I never wear, because I'm not an idiot. But it might as well be loose. I know exactly which so...

My partner got the news on a Tuesday. A year abroad — a posting in her field, the kind of thing you can't turn down and shouldn't. When she told me, I said all the right things. "T...

I found out on a Tuesday. I wasn't even supposed to be at that restaurant — my usual lunch spot was full, so I walked two blocks down, and there they were. Mara's boyfriend and a w...

It was 1:47 in the morning. I had typed the message — the casual one, the one that sounded like I wasn't thinking about it, the one I'd been composing in my head for three weeks — ...

The boxes have been in the closet since February. Packed. Taped. Labeled in my own handwriting — "kitchen" and "books" and one that just says "misc, probably important." Six months...

The invitation arrived six weeks ago. Nice card stock. A date I already had circled for something else, though I couldn't tell you what. It's from someone I used to be close to — b...

It's not an ex. It's not even someone I dislike. It's a person I used to be close to, and now their posts show up in my feed like a slow drip of a life I'm not in anymore. The new ...

The text was: "SO. I have something to ask you. Call me when you're free??"