Aug 7, 2020
5 min read
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?
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…
