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listening to the internet pt 2

August 25, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Looking Back at Old Relationships What did you find unsatisfying about them at the time when you two were together? Dump of a living space, partner lacked motivation, empathy only given upon request, several day waiting period between text responses, drug abuse, smoker, white socks, health and fitness not important, no desire to connect with family, worked all the time, rarely wanted to go out and adventure, strangers were danger, lack of curiosity about my life What worked? No marriage, no […]

Categories: secrets • Tags: love, relationships, self help

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i understand where you are…sort of…pt 3

August 23, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

It is always on negative ground that I walk. We do not share the same ground here. He holds my hand, our arms are both stretched at their maximum lengths. We hurt. We’re in pain. He always walks on the positive side. Every day he works on getting me to cross over. He builds bridges, roads and planes. BUILDS. I watch him every day, amazed. He pays such close attention to me. He knows exactly how I would want to travel. […]

Categories: secrets • Tags: disbelief, gems, love, pain

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i understand where you are…sort of…pt 2

August 23, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I will never forget three things: him not coming to my grandfather’s funeral after saying he would him inviting me to his birthday weekend thing the night of him leaving me at the airport him asking me if I wanted to go to Germany with him for New Years and then getting a passport to do that and then him going alone Ok. Four things. And I’ll never forget how silent he is most of the time and how I only […]

Categories: secrets • Tags: humming, LG, love, whirlpool

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the abortion

August 22, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

When you’re the first procedure of the day you get the waiting room to yourself. It was a square room, warm and dimly lit. Three of the walls were lined with chairs with disposable napkin type things on the seats. When you enter the room you’re already in your hospital gown and well, commercial fabrics do clean up well but maybe not that well… The last wall was for a projector screen. There was a laminated sheet on the coffee table […]

Categories: secrets, Uncategorized • Tags: abortion, love

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i understand where you are…sort of…pt 1

August 22, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

Bubba forbade many things throughout the course of our relationship: Marriage. Children. Motivation. Desire. Only black suits, white dress shirts, and offensive jokes were allowed. The cops could come and search our place, too — that was alright. Picture our relationship like this for 15 years. Get comfy with it. Let it be your father holding you. Let it be a memory of your favorite Easter basket. Let it be your personal life that was half your life. Then let […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: breakup, love, Texas

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when you smile

July 28, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

  and it’s not with me it reinforces that it’s not with me and I become more and more comfortable with not being the one and it doesn’t feel 100% right but it doesn’t feel 100% wrong either but it feels not right enough that I need a distraction. Describe the forest: Daniel will. “You’ll end making the Forrest scream of quiet creeks and bashful knocks of oak branches. Screams of squirrels ecstatic at the trove of nuts. Caterpillars defying the resistance […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: friendship, love, war, writing exercise

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i’m surprised you didn’t ask me whose car it is

March 25, 2016 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

“Are you okay?” “Yeah, yeah. I did a lot of walking on my heel, to keep pressure off my toe. It feels pretty good.” “No, but really….are you okay?” “Yeah.” When something that was once strong becomes weak, then strong again, it creates both a curiosity and confidence that makes you want to put this once strong, then weak, then strong again thing under an enormous amount of pressure and stress — well, how strong is it REALLY? And it […]

Categories: Uncategorized • Tags: breakup, fightorflight, love, toes

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3D Thursday: Dudich, Dance, and the Dentist

June 11, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

He texted if it was a good time to call. It was so I walked to the car for privacy and called. I don’t know how many years it’s been since I’ve heard his voice. It sounded the same. I used to hear his e-mail voice regularly and that eventually turned into his text voice. They’re all the same. We talked about life. We never talk about that kind of stuff. Our text exchanges only ever involve the moon, dreams, […]

Categories: secrets • Tags: death, ICU, life, love

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“Is she that poem

May 16, 2015 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

you want to read over and over again? If so, then you might as well buy the book.” Jane shared this thought with me on the phone during the drive home. I loved it. Then a friend posted this on facebook: WARNING! TEAR JERKER ALERT! Then I thought about this app I downloaded awhile back for laughs called “AgingBooth.” I aged everyone who meant anything to me. One of my best friends and I looked like sisters, even though he’s […]

Categories: snippets • Tags: aging, agingbooth, love, upworthy

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chocolate whoopie pies with strawberry buttercream

June 5, 2014 by whatwhippedcreamismadeof

I knew she existed; everyone has a mother at some point. I didn’t know what she looked like or even her name. I guess that’s the type of stuff only close friends know. Several empty seats were at the table where all the good looking people were sitting. I was dressed well enough to blend in; maybe they wouldn’t say anything. I pulled out a chair, sat myself down, and became part of the crowd. Megan sat near me, moaning […]

Categories: stories • Tags: cookies, equality, gay marriage, lesbians, love, marriage, short story, whoopie pie

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