I looked over at my friend's PB&J with the

I looked over at my friend's PB&J with the crusts cut off. Then I looked down again at my quinoa and kale patty with spicy remoulade. Why

oh why oh why? "You know what,"I said to my friend, "it's the crusts that make your hair curly." "Why, when I spend 30 minutes straightening my hair each morning would I want to

she was white and rich which meant that hygiene was merely an option. For the first time in my life I decided to be honest with my friend and said, "Look, Lance is never going to

go for someone who picks plaque from their teeth with press-on nails. Girl you need a serious make over." I slipped her a groom coupon from mod dog. Brutal honesty ended our friend

ship. "BITCH!" she growled. She stopped wagging her scraggly tail & her ears flattened. Uh-oh. I tried to make amends, crouching down into my playful position, but she bared her

teeth and barked, "I get it now. What we have, it's not love, it's a symbiotic phase. I protect the house, fill the emotional void left by your ex, and you feed me." My heart broke

when I heard that; it was as though everything I had built up over these years was crashing down around me. A whimper, the only sound of my smashing heart, escaped my lips.

I stumbled toward the door, and almost made it. I blinked, trying to focus. My eyes fell to the necklace that dangled from my neck - to the pendent that hung from its center.

I tripped over my own feet and bumped my head against the door. I struggled to remember that I had choices: the door or the pendant. I bumped my head again and left this sad note.