Author: Kimberly Blakes

When I noticed I had been unfriended and asked why, he said it was because Facebook causes too much trouble in relationships. I was flabbergasted—he legit thought the problem was that I saw it, not that he did it. This could explain why I saw no old girlfriends on his page. He unfriends or blocks…

When I got off the phone with her, I went directly to his Facebook page. I noticed he had recently hidden the entire relationship section from his profile, what a surprise. I clicked on pictures that others had tagged him in. A few pics I had never seen came up. One was of him at…

The time for me to leave was coming fast, so packing and purging went into overdrive. The last 30 year of my life needed to fit nicely into my U-Haul trailer. This was a hard thing too, what would I take and what would I leave? I sold some stuff and gave the rest away…

Operation Offload the Freeloader was in full effect. I wasn’t sure how or when I would do it, but it was going to get done. In the midst of that, I noticed that my books at work started to get light again. Little did I know, coronavirus was on the scene, and because I don’t…

It was a year and a half into the relationship when I decided to give it my all. I ignored the diagnosis, the red flags, and everything else. I didn’t want to walk away without having done everything I could—y’all know what I’m saying. During that time, I booked two trips: one to Miami and…

He slept for the next few hours, then got up like nothing had happened. He went to get food and of course came back with flowers. Since the morning’s events, he had become playful and lighthearted. He seemed a little different—like he realized what he had done and felt remorse. I didn’t want to discuss…

One day, while he was playing his game, I told him we should talk. He immediately got defensive, but that tactic was old with me. I told him I didn’t want this any longer—I didn’t want a relationship with him; I wanted to be by myself. I even offered to help him find a place…

A few times, his doctor’s appointments would run into the afternoon, so on these occasions, I found myself taking Ubers or Lyfts home. I was paying the note on a new Nissan Murano but didn’t drive it because he was using it to get to doctors appointments and court dates. My resentment towards him and…

It was indeed late-stage prostate cancer, according to him. He began telling me about PSA numbers and the possibility of having surgery. I felt like I was in a tunnel—my freedom was no longer within reach. When would this be over?! What was my obligation anyway? My life was no longer my own. I needed…

I went numb. I had never had a $200 minimum payment on any card. Out of fear, I didn’t even use my Nordstrom card. Knowing his health condition, I kept my cool and asked him how soon the case would be over because my Nordstrom card was maxed out. He said it had been continued…