A worry pokes the back of my brain, an inescapable anxiety that I wasted my best years on the ex-hole.

Excuse me? I’ve been called a lot of names over the course of my forty years. But the words Christmas hussy have never been uttered.

I recognize him right away, his dark hair sprinkled with gray a perfect match to his profile picture. Which is a relief. Lots of guys post pictures from a decade ago, thirty pounds ago, or a couple of ex-wives ago. As if nobody would notice.

From my right comes a deep voice. A man voice. It startles me and I turn to see someone who would earn a lot of swipe-rights.

Marriage is a sacred bond between two people. A relationship desired by God and meant to be held as infinitely important. As God desires us to be in an intimate relationship with Him, our personal relationships also need to adhere to certain standards. When the high standards of the most holy are not met, we ...

Once upon a time and happily ever after graced the corridors of my consciousness, but not anymore. Now my psyche cries get through the day and don’t commit homicide.