Not all relationships fracture loudly—some erode in silence, in compromise, in what goes unspoken. These posts explore the darker side of connection, where desire, betrayal, distance, and control reshape intimacy, and what binds people together can just as easily pull them apart.
Guilt is supposed to arrive when it’s meant to. That’s the story, anyway. You do something wrong — or something questionable — and guilt supposedly follows like a shadow. It nags. It disrupts sleep. It insists on being felt. When it doesn’t turn up, the absence feels like another offence. A deeper one. Something harder
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I’ve lived my life enjoying the sea breeze and watching the horizon change with the light, but I still don’t go into the water unless it’s absolutely necessary. The ocean is the shark’s world — not mine — and every year, reminders come that we humans are just visitors in their domain. The Aussie coastline
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Judge. Jury. Executioner. The ‘bird’ provides us with the perfect urban Law. It gives us the power to be everything (and feels so virtuous). Delivering justice to sh*tty people without having to consult with anyone else. It feels so nice. Almost virtuos! Think about it. When a flip happens, we’ve already decided that a crime
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There’s a detail that’s easy to avoid when talking about sexless marriages, and it’s the one that matters most. They don’t always begin with a simple refusal. They often begin with silence. I didn’t want a sexless marriage. That part is simple, and it matters that I say it plainly. But wanting something and enabling
Silent Consent: Sexless Marriages Don’t Begin — They Settle Read More »
Counsellors carry a special burden. Day in and day out, they sit with stories of violence, rape, child abuse, and trauma. They hear it all. It’s their job to listen — to absorb the darkest corners of human experience — and retain a professional smile all the while. But how does a sane person stay
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I never knew it was possible to feel this empty and still be breathing. The one thing that mattered is gone. People keep calling it a breakup, like it’s some normal thing you just walk away from and learn from, but that’s bullshit. I hate them! She wasn’t just a girlfriend. She was my person.
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I used to think dishonesty lived in the mind. That lies were conscious decisions, chosen and spoken. Something you did with words. The body taught me otherwise. The body reacts long before the mind drafts its excuses. It tightens when it shouldn’t. Nausea arrives without invitation. Sleep fractures. Desire evaporates or appears at the wrong
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She didn’t use awful words. She used kinder, much softer language. Safer, more civil words. Standards. Direction. Momentum. Nina said she needed someone who was going somewhere. I wasn’t headed there. I thought two years together meant something. I believed shared beds, shared meals, shared love added up to value. I felt they accumulated interest.
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He had always thought violence was obvious. A raised voice. A slammed door. A bruise that needed explaining. That was how it was supposed to look—obvious, theatrical, easy to condemn. What he hadn’t learned, until much later, was how quiet violence could be. This was the violence that arrived without urgency. It didn’t rush. It
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Phil Collins dominated the radio waves. He collaborated with Howard Jones to rework Jones’ No One Is To Blame tune. Nina looked into my eyes, tapped on my back and said, “Stop. Turn it up. This is him. This is the one I was telling you about.” It was a time for music, love and
We Will Always Have 1986 Read More »