Breakup: One-Year Anniversary Lessons

Sex and the City popularized Post-it breakups.

But IM splits? Had to happen to me to believe!

Making pizza. Via GChat. He 9/11-ed me.

They met and fell in love over a weekend. He asked that I cross my fingers for them. Before severing all ties.

A year later, learning my lessons, my recovery lingers.

Compiled below are my 007 dating dont's.

Teachers Sexually Abusing Children

Mom sent me to school at four years old.

My friends were still playing while I was uprooted from home, every morning, to grasp content two years older than my chronological and cognitive abilities.

I hated school. Til that middle school freshman year.

Ongoing laughter had resulted in year-end awards. Some classmates and I decided to decorate our classroom for the festivities.

Glitter all over, all giggles, we thought we had school all to us.

Wrong!

Son Confesses Sexual Abuse to Mother

Late afternoon.

On the bathroom seat.

I confessed sexual abuse to mother.

Incensed, she asked "Why didn't you tell me?"

Aside from reporting a male babysitter, this was the first time I'd mentioned names and places.

The inclusion of her two sons in my hall of shame seemed to matter little.