Two Exes Wasted My Time. So I Sent Them Invoices.

Can the attempt to get paid by men who disappointed me deliver something bigger than healing?

Confident Black woman writing down invoice at her computer.

Days after my 32nd birthday, I sat hunched over my computer typing feverishly into oblivion as the sky darkened outside. It was Memorial Day weekend and instead of being at someone’s barbecue drunkenly two-stepping to Earth…