A Year Older, None the Wiser
Glasses, Dude Wipes, and Targeted Mishaps
One day, one store, and a lifetime’s worth of embarrassing lessons—
plus a wreath
This laugh-out-loud personal essay chronicles a day older and (supposedly) wiser, as one woman’s quest for wisdom, holiday bargains, and dignity takes her from a WWE-style dog park showdown to the wilds of Target and the perils of the parking lot. Armed with glasses, dude wipes (don’t knock them—they were on sale), and questionable decision-making, she navigates canine chaos, overpriced wreaths, and a final showdown with a mysterious car stench. In the end, she discovers that growing older doesn’t always mean growing wiser—but it does guarantee better stories and a well-stocked supply of dude wipes.
The Shadowed Marriage Chronicles
The Exorcism in Suite 202
Welcome to one of many true, unsettling stories in a larger series—moments that begin with waking the demons lined up within and spiral into a world of strange rituals, fractured realities, and a marriage slowly slipping into the shadows. What was supposed to be a fresh start in a quiet town became the opening act of something far darker: encounters with “healers,” energies that didn’t feel human, and people who seemed to recognize us long before we met them. Each story pulls back another layer, revealing the cracks we tried so hard to hide and the forces that widened them. If you’ve ever felt the ground shift beneath your feet or sensed something lurking behind the ordinary, you’re exactly where you need to be. This is where the unraveling begins.
This story begins on a Sunday that should have been ordinary—if anything in that house could still be called ordinary. One invitation, one circle of strangers, and one ritual in the dark cracked open a truth I wasn’t ready to face. I walked in as a supportive wife, trying to keep my world stitched together. I walked out realizing something had shifted, something had woken, and whatever followed us home wasn’t just my husband’s burden anymore. It was mine too.
VIOLATED OR NOT VIOLATED?
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I walked into the gym expecting a normal workout. Instead, my leg betrayed me, my trainer shoved me into a machine that looked government‑issued, and I found myself questioning my life, my choices, and possibly my soul.
There were unexpected squeezes. Suspicious sensations. And then—without warning—the balls.
By the time the machine released me, I wasn’t sure if I’d been violated, spiritually awakened, or gently bullied by technology.
If you’re ready for a story involving betrayal, machinery, and one woman’s descent into gym‑induced existential crisis…
