AUTHOR’S NOTE.I’m using this opportunity to talk about ‘Cyber Bullies’. It is real and it hurts. A lot of people have taken their lives due to harsh comments from people who they don’t even know on the internet.So before typing and sending those harsh words, think of the feelings of the person on the receiving end. Some persons are really fragile and your words could do more damage than you can imagine. A person can be a murderer even without hurting another person physically. Your words are powerful, use them to do the right thing, use them to heal and not cause harm.You have no idea what the other person is really going through already. Your words can be what would either make them or break them.Stop Cyber bullying. If you can’t say something nice, don’t say anything at all.  Also, if you're going through any hurt or bullying from people you know or people you don't, I want you to kn

 JODY.My house suddenly felt empty today.I sat in my sitting room, watching a new Korean drama series that I was looking forward to but I couldn’t get into it. My eyes kept going to my kitchen and imagining Marcus there making pasta. He looked perfect that day in my red apron, and the food he made was just as perfect. I thought he was going to spend the night with me that day but he couldn’t because of the threatening text he got. It gave me the chills and I can’t help being scared for him even though he kept telling me it meant nothing. The last time I called, he sounded so busy and I couldn’t even ask him when he was going to come here or if he had the plans to.A loud knock on my door pulled me out of my thoughts. Must be Marcus, I thought as I rushed to put on my robe and slippers. I have missed him too much to make him pissed as soon as he get here. I checked the mirror one more time to see

I got up immediately and followed her to her office. I felt speechless. Although I didn’t expect her to act like Michelle but I didn’t see the act of her standing up for me coming. Not only that, she sent Michelle on an unpaid leave because of me. “I’m sorry on behalf of everyone here, Grace,” she started in her regular stern tone as soon as we got into her office, “However, I believe you should take a break. I’m not sending you on an unpaid leave, I’m just telling you to go and have some time for yourself and think properly if you really want to continue working here.” “Ma’am, I love my job, I love working here. I really don’t have to think about it.” I interjected even though I knew she was right.“I know you do, Grace,” she stood behind her desk looking down at me, “But you don’t seem to get my point here. This isn’t about you anymore, Direc

JODYMarcus volunteered to drive so I handed him my car keys and sat on the passenger’s seat. His car was back at my apartment as I drove us to the date with my own car. We drove to my house in a silence he obviously wasn’t comfortable with as his eyes kept darting from the road to stare at me. “Jody, is something wrong?” he asked peering into my face before turning to face his steering. “We need to talk,” I retorted.“Alright, go ahead.”“I will when we get home.”“Tell me now, babe,” he pleaded giving me the puppy eyes. “How can I concentrate when you’re looking like that? Tell me already!”  I was getting angrier already as it stands, so I’ll just go ahead and tell him here.“Fine.” I said. “What are we right now, Marcus? I need you to tell me.”“What are we how?” he ask

JODYIt was time to get back up, despite how much my heart was hurting, I decided with resolution as I dressed up, and grabbed my car key and my purse. I was going to a grocery shop to get groceries even though my kitchen cabinet was still quiet full of food items. I just need to do something I really hate, it was the only way to get my back into function, to think for myself and if possible get rid of my heart ache.Doing things I hated helped me face reality, and at this point, facing reality was what I needed most. It was over a week and I was still mourning the breakup of someone I dated for only a month, someone who must have even moved on to someone else, maybe someone whose heart he would break after a month. It wasn’t even a real date, we were simply testing and he realized he had had enough and wasn’t interested in me enough.No hard feelings, Marcus Grant, I get it. I hopped into my car, thinking of a way