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January 16, 2019

There were a lot of signs. Red flags that I shouldn’t move forward. Shouldn’t pursue the attractive, talented, muse of a man who was showing interest in me. The signs were there, sent as a attachment on every text and email. For god's sake, he sent me fucking “Lossin’...

October 9, 2018

He had the type of name that screamed, “I was in a fraternity!” Unsurprisingly to everyone, he really was. For the purpose of anonymity, we’ll call him Sebastian. I stumbled across Sebastian’s profile on Tinder almost immediately after deciding to rejoin. I didn’t norm...

July 9, 2018

I thought I was going to feel better, but I didn’t. Better, having a different definition than relieved. The weight of the decision was now gone, but the impact of it still resonated. It didn’t matter that he ghosted me for days after, or at least, I didn’t think it di...

May 31, 2018

Who’d have guessed my life would become a SZA, Cardi B, or any other heart broken bitches album. I guess that’s how it happens with fuckboy love though. After complimenting his hat at a show, I decided to DM him. I liked guys who hung out alone at events. It showed les...

April 2, 2018

Now, we may not have had a title, I’ll give him that. But, the 6 months of talking, planning to move in together and solidifying exclusivity was close enough for me. I didn’t start this trend of disrespect and bullshit in our “relationship”, but I could sure as hell en...

February 9, 2018

We met at work. How cliche, right? But he was charming in a way I wasn’t used to and it drew me in like an invitation to an unlit blunt. The first time I saw him was in our breakroom. He sat at a high table next to the fridge, which conveniently, was exactly where I wa...

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