Pumpkin Spice and Not So Nice

by Becky Monson

It’s a gift of mine. Or maybe more of a toxic trait. My toxic trait is that people tend to open up to me.

“I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to do a little digging.” “Maybe the kidnapped hot guy will be the man of your dreams.” “I won’t hold my breath,”

I’m still paying off my debt to my mother for having to birth and raise me. A fact she brings up often.

if he was having a good morning, but instead of morning, I said horny. As in: Are you having a good horny? There’s not been a day that goes by that I don’t think about that.

I think sometimes the universe puts you in the same situations again to see if you’re still an idiot. Clearly, I am.

The things Aidan saw in me . . . those are the things that matter. But if I’m not willing to talk about the small things, then I’m probably not talking about the big things either. What

Relationships aren’t perfect—I know this. Arguments happen, and feelings get hurt.