If you’re not threatened with rape, you’re told you’re not qualified, you’re not good enough, you’re not welcome here.
I had two choices: Break up with John and lose Drew or stay with John and at the very least, grow a friendship with this man that had me feeling like I was going to throw up, in a good way.
In preparing for the happiest day of my life, I had to face what made it so sad.
With one paralyzed vocal cord, ulcers all over my throat, and my new sidekick made of tin, I wondered how in the world I would be able to sing again.
My boyfriend was a flirt, but could he actually be sleeping with someone else? And if so, why was I the only one who couldn’t see it?