how online dating earned me a 6-month prescription for antidepressants and sleep aids.

This entire story should be prefaced by the following – I’ve been in some kind of a relationship with a boy or a man since I was 15 years old. I’ve been married twice, and the father of my beautiful twins is neither of those former husbands. I’ll leave the timeline of those events for your wild imaginations to work out. And I haven’t even told you about the drummer in college who dumped me in a Motel 6 parking lot, the boy in high school who left me for the slut who would sleep with him when I wouldn’t, or the countless other heartbreaks I have survived in my 25 years of attempting to find a man that I want to keep around. That’s a quarter of a century spent with some variation of the very wrong man for me. That is a long fucking time.