When Loving You is Killing Me

As a girl, I wondered why some couples seemed so happy while others seemed to be sort of stressed out. As a casual observer, it never occurred to me how labor-intensive relationships were. As I matured I understood the dynamics of people working together in team sports and eventually in

What Becomes of the Broken Hearted?

I wondered how the counselor could so adamantly declare such empathy. She had no idea how I felt. Did she detect the seething anger that burned beneath the surface of my full-toothed smile? Could she see the simmering flames that flickered beneath the blackness of the Kohl that outlined my brown